Bangkok Reports

[QUOTE=Markly2;1890350]Shall be in Bangkok next week. What are the prices like at The Den? Have looked online but no result.

Thanks.[/QUOTE]Girls are wanting 2 k at least.

[QUOTE=BananaBoi;1890379]You've been going to Thailand much longer than I have so curious which places have prettier girls than Kinnaree Place. I personally like a few of the Kinnaree girls but always looking to upgrade.



We seem to enjoy the same places. Red Point is my favorite Soi 6 bar and I enjoy Kinnaree a lot since it's akin to the Germany FKK clubs. Even at twice the price I will definitely check out The Den in BKK. Are the girls as pretty as Kinnaree?[/QUOTE]Nope, not as pretty as Kinnaree in my opinion.

[QUOTE=Goatscrot;1890475]Nope, not as pretty as Kinnaree in my opinion.[/QUOTE]Yes Kinnaree is class apartment.

[QUOTE=Markly2;1890350]Shall be in Bangkok next week. What are the prices like at The Den? Have looked online but no result.

Thanks.[/QUOTE]Price Is 2000 to 5000 bhat negotiations required.

[QUOTE=CaptCabins;1890401]Is this yoyo by any chance?[/QUOTE]Thats her.

This is a continuation of my reports on a recent trip to Manila and Bangkok. Days 1-5 are in the Manila forum.

My morning flight from Manila to Bangkok with Philippines airlines was uneventful.

Checked in to the Grand Sukhumvit hotel and went for a walk. Ended up at DrBJ's Nuru and had a lovely session with Nok (number 30). The whole oily massage thing, which I love, followed by BBBJ and an oily HJ to completion. 2000 for the hour plus 240 for his and hers drinks and welcome to Bangkok.

In the evening I did a whistle stop your if the Gogos. Not planning to barfine so I didn't stay anywhere for long. I started too early. Nana was dead before 8. 30 and Soi Cowboy was only just livening up when I got there by tuktuk. No sign of a blowjob as reported at Afterskool but maybe I was too early. The shows definitely are better at Suzie Wongs. Total nudity, girl-girl licking etc. And the whole 'guess what's hidden inside my vagina' routine. I watched for a while and enjoyed the show. About 10.30 I decided to call it a night, so walked back to the hotel via Som's Haven where I enjoyed a goodnight blowjob. 700 plus 300 tip and a couple of drinks. And Som herself was at the bar so I met a celebrity.

A morning of sightseeing. Grand palace and canal boat ride. Then back to the hotel. I'd been chatting on wechat with several likely candidates and struck gold with Maynie. 35 but a thin unspoiled body and gorgeous face. 1500 for everything except anal. Started with a brief massage and quickly moved to DFK and then a long round of BBBJ and 69. Put the cap on for some cowgirl and various other positions, then I went down and ate her until she came. (I supply my own edible lube). Back for some more BBBJ and ended with CIM. Time for a nap after all that!

Decided to spend the evening at Magic Table. Great decision. Four lovelies on duty, dancing on the mirrored tables that left nothing to the imagination. One was nothing special, but the other three I classified as sweet, gorgeous and slutty. After a first look I adjourned to the outside for another beer and to watch the world go past. Suddenly excitement. The cops were in the process of raiding and closing Dr BJ Nuru across the road. Sweet came and sat with me and explained that everyone was worried what was happening, and pretty soon all four girls were sitting out the front in their street clothes trying to look innocent. LOL. I bought a couple of rounds of drinks and chatted with the girls while we watched the excitement. Needless to say there were hardly any punters in the street and the ones that did come past quickly moved on. We played some pool (1-1 with slutty, and I thrashed Sweet) and just hung out. After a couple of hours most of the cops left except the ones sitting outside the closed shop, and some customers started to reappear. That's when things go a bit freaky. Because we had been chatting outside, sweet, slutty and gorgeous were all over me. There were some other customers (including a group of 5 Japanese girls -wtf?) but these three were all with me. Sweet turned out to be a bit shy about flashing her bits (again, wtf? But gorgeous and slutty were only taking my fingers out of their pussies to put my tongue in! Slutty even took off her top, much to mamasan's disapproval (a third time wtf? No panties is ok but bare boobs not allowed? I had originally intended to do the VIP blowjob thing but matters had proceeded beyond that, 3200 was the price for taking them both to the room upstairs, and mamasan calculated my total bill at 5400. I was expecting it to be more, so I happily agreed. In the room it was a total PSE with the two girls fucking and sucking away and me just loving every minute. Slutty came three times. Twice on my tongue and once riding my cock. Gorgeous turned out to be not so responsive, but she did end up with a mouthful at the end of the evening so we were all happy in the end.

Back to Nama for a couple of wind down beers and there was some excitement there too. About 11 pm there were police everywhere and the Nama hotel car park was suddenly empty. I had had enough excitement for one night so I went back to the hotel and slept the sleep of the just.

Sightseeing again in the morning. Jim Thompson house with an easy trip there and back by skytrain. Then back to Bamboo for a delightful session with Ranya. One hour with A+. What a sweetie. Smiling and sexy from start to finish.

Soi Cowboy in the evening, and the one that got away. At Jungle Jim's a gorgeous young girl dancing naked on the stage was blowing kisses at me, and after her set came over (wearing just a g-string) for a drink and a cuddle. I should have taken her home and I am sure I would have had a great night. But it was my last night and I really wanted a BJ in the naughty boy corner at Afterskool. So several drinks and visits to bars later that is where I ended up. Somehow I got talking to a nice young thing and the mamasan, and mamasan was flashing her boobs at me and putting my hand up her skirt, and suddenly I was in the naughty boy corner with mamasan. And the other girl. Oy vey! They both went down on me and did their best, but somehow it was not quite as I had imagined and they did not succeed in bringing matters to a conclusion. Still, they gave it a good try and it was certainly an extraordinary experience. The other girls and even the girl I was with seemed to be amazed t the way mama was acting. What a night!

Day 9 and my last day in Bangkok. A BJ bar with a name beginning with L and consistng of a word that ISG does not allow ([url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord900][CodeWord900][/url]) was just around the corner from my hotel so I picked the two prettiest in their lineup and took them both upstairs for a short time session. 3400 Baht.

And then I collapsed onto the plane and flew home.

Plus 500 for the room and the obligatory drinks. Figure 3000 all in.

[QUOTE=Goatscrot;1890474]Girls are wanting 2 k at least.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Markly2;1890350]Shall be in Bangkok next week. What are the prices like at The Den? Have looked online but no result.

Thanks.[/QUOTE]I think 2 k Bht or 3 k Baht for st in a room they have on the house. Can be 2 pops as well if you click with the lady but mostly it is 2 k one pop you come back relax and again have another sweetie.

Cheers.

[QUOTE=Tomasb;1890575]Plus 500 for the room and the obligatory drinks. Figure 3000 all in.[/QUOTE]Yep, that's getting close to 100 USD for a ST. Sorry just not worth it to me. At Kinnaree it's half that. More than enough for a ST. And if you go on Wed, Sat, or Sun you can end up getting a couple of drinks, a lady drink, a buffet, and a sesh including room for about 1600 Baht. And his BBQ ribs are outstanding.

[QUOTE=ThomKatt;1889827] Told her I want some tasty pad thai, and she was delicious. She later flips over and gives me both holes to eat. I go from V to A and A to V like I was licking a plate clean from a mouth-watering meal! She turns over and says: "my turn to eat", my goodness this girl is driving me wild. She does BBBJ, and I bring up that she said she doesn't offer it. Her reply: "I can't remember what I offer haha" and goes to town on me with a warm and wet mouth. After awhile, I had to have her. She gets on top and Asian cowgirl for a bit, but I'm never happy with how girls do this position, I like to be in command and take charge. I flip her on her back and into my favorite position, missionary. I drill her like I'm searching for oil, and she has a big smile the entire time. I shove my tongue down her throat and dfk hard during this whole time. She laughs and remembers I just ate her ass (you god damn right I did!) I'm pounding her so hard, it feels like I'm trying to make fire on our crotches. When I was ready to blow my load, I pull out, take the cover off, and wanted to splatter her face. Unfortunately, my shot wasn't strong enough to reach this time, instead I paint her neck, breasts, and stomach. We clean up. The entire plaza is shutting down, and she walks me to the cabs. We say our goodbyes, and she gives me her contact info for if I return, but she says she doesn't do long time. Oh well.

I've been following her on instagram, and I'm starting to see a trend with thai go-go girls. They're no longer poor rural girls trying to raise their kids and help out their families. Those days seem to be disappearing. This girl has some expensive tastes and habits, and working at go-gos helps to pay for it, I can imagine that's the new type of girl now. They're just waiting for a rich boyfriend or husband to come snatch them up.

Happy hunting![/QUOTE]I am sure her pussy and ass tasted delicious. That must be your first time a man's ass and man made pussy. Did you not notice something odd about her pussy?

Her name was Flotty, previous worked at erotica and before she had the chop she was working at cockatoo in Soi cowboy. She had been passing herself as a girl for the past year and half or so.

Warning: no sex in this report. This is everything that happened before I found my one true chum. My next report will detail this beauty for you. And this report is long, I know, but in it I provide details about my arrival, my jump from Soi Cowboy to Bangkok Beat and then to Climax, where it all came to a delightful end.

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Earlier this year, David Bowie passed away (obligatory bowing of heads). It didn't affect me the way it affected some of my friends. He wasn't any kind of hero for me, so I didn't get all soppy or anything. But I'd be lying if I said his death had no impact on me. After all, his music was indeed formative. Everyone remembers the more pop-like songs of his, you know, Let's Dance, Modern Love, etc. But when I heard of his death in January, the one song that seeped out of the dank, pungent recesses of my mind was not something from my childhood, but his most recent song, Lazarus. The opening sax, the mesmerizing bass throughout, the classic Bowie vocals, gradually increasing in intensity and tone, all culminating in the near-scream crescendo of his lyrics. And the lyrics, oh boy.

"I'm so high it makes my brain whirl". Need I say more?

Last night was the quintessential Lazarus night for me, described in ball-crunching detail over the next three posts (the usual disclaimers apply). Three years of sexual soliloquy lead up to last night, and it started with a smooth sax, with a palpable bass pulsing behind my eyes throughout the night. It grew in intensity, gradually getting more and more fervent, all culminating in the near-scream freedom of the bluebird. Ain't that just like me?

My flight arrived late, and therefore smack in the middle of crush-hour at arrivals. The masses were determined to slow Kumbu's fluid movement through immigration, seemingly trying their best to constipate the already slow bowels of the Suvarnabhumi arrivals hall. Peristalsis had given way to a kind of bludgeoning movement of a massive constriction, the kind that in this metaphor, would literally rip you a new one. But thankfully I escaped through the customs sphincter and speed-walked like an Olympian down to the taxi stand. In moments, we were whizzing into the Bangkok night, the air thick with humidity and erectile anticipation.

My taxi driver was a gentle, sweet elderly man. He had a goatee, a buzz-cut haircut that had grown slightly long, and thick glasses, lending him the appearance of an old Shaolin master. He spoke with a definite sense of wisdom, and he gently chatted to me the whole way. His tone was almost a murmur, and his speech had a cadence about it that began to mesmerize and relax me. I began to fall asleep in the back of that taxi, and I just could not shake the sleeps. In fact, somewhere after the second toll booth but before we exited the freeway I nodded off, and when I awoke, I nearly screamed with fear that I would not be able to muster the energy to make this night what it needed to be. I cannot allow myself to succumb to the alluring enticements of sleep, not tonight. Before those thoughts could settle, we were at the hotel.

I checked into S Sukhumvit Suites (thoughts on this establishment will appear in the Bangkok Hotels thread upon my departure), did the necessary ablutions and hit the pavement. Fortunately, I had roughly 10,000 baht from the last time I was here. Every time I leave BKK, I deliberately hold on to that amount, knowing that when I return, it will be late at night and the fever to get down to business will be all-consuming. Having that cash in-hand is mighty helpful.

It was just past midnight. Too early for Climax / Mixx, a tad late for Thermae, but perhaps ok timing for Bangkok Beat. But I was in Asoke, and Soi Cowboy was literally 100 paces to my left, so I thought I'd spend an hour or so being the gawker brown-boy at Baccara. I thought I might be able to lay the ground work for a future pull from one of these establishments, since I had no intention to go the gogo route tonight.

As I approach the Baccara curtain and the goon standing guard, I felt trepidation fill my gut. The guy was not looking at me, but as I approached, he spookily lifted his meaty left arm high above his head, like an executioner lifts the ax before the drop to the neck, and his right arm opened in my direction, warding me into the mystery that lay behind the curtain. I was expecting him to stop me, ensconcing me with the meat of his arms, in order to pay the drink fee before entry. But no, he ushered me in, unscathed.

As soon as I got in, I knew why there was no entry fee. There were loads of empty seats, and about 7 girls on stage. The guys were a mix of ethnicities and ages, some looking utterly disinterested, and others looking like this was their first prom and their date was about to offer a hand job (read: high school giddy). But the girls, oh my, the girls, they were a sour bunch. They barely shuffling their feet not even the standard gogo-girl shuffle that I have come to carry affection for. No, they were twiddling their toes a little, kicking a knee out once in a while, all the while chatting amongst themselves. I'm quite sure that if cell phones were allowed on stage they would each be tapping away in solitary bemusement.

And if you put this behavior aside, the girls were nothing to write home about. There was not a good pair of legs between the 7 of them. In LOS, what are the chances of THAT?! Here, if you spit you are likely to hit a set of phenomenal legs, but somehow Baccara had managed to make the lower floor an exception to the rule. As soon as I sat down, I scanned the leg portion of my field of view, and I knew this was a mistake. Not having been asked for a drink, I upped and scampered upstairs.

Upstairs, things were a little better. The first thing I saw was several pairs of really bad boob jobs. Ay, a couple of them looked awfully painful (see below for more on this), and I tried my best to avert my gaze. So I sat, ordered my Singha, and opened The Gaze of Kumbu.

[B]The Gaze of Kumbu[/B]

Once my drink arrived, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and held it for a moment. I meditated there, in full view of the girls, for a full 2 minutes, gathering my wits. Gogo selection is as much art as it is science, but in the end, it requires some mental acumen and the ability to keep your wits in the midst of great pressure. Given that my mind had not endured this pressure for near 3 years, my agility and reactions to such pressures had wilted, nay atrophied, and they needed to be gently warmed, toned and brought back to full strength.

I opened my eyes, emotionless and not expecting anything. This was the gaze of an analytic machine (or so I told myself). I started on one end of the floor and methodically assessed each potential. I looked at face first, legs second, ass third, overall proportions fourth, and then the peripherals (hair, boobs, etc.). I did a binary categorization on the first pass: yay or nay? Crucial in this process is to deal with the inquiring glances in the correct manner.

When the girl looks at you, you need to react immediately in the correct manner. It's really hard, and something I always feel I flub to some degree or the other. So the girl looks at you, and you need to figure out whether to meet that gaze or not. If you do so for less than some threshold of time (say, 500 milliseconds), then you have indicated a lack of interest, and she will take it as such, with no offense. If you hold the gaze for a certain length of time, say 800-1350 milliseconds, then this indicates some interest, and she will check back in a few moments for corroboration. And of course, if you hold gaze for a lengthy period of time (1500 milliseconds), then this is an invitation for her to smile, or do the drink-to-mouth action, and then you have a decision to make.

But here's the problem: while doing the Gaze of Kumbu, and as you scan the room, you randomly meet gaze with girls all the time. That's what humans do: we seek out eye contact. And so what to do when you meet gaze with some random girl? If you've had the opportunity to caste the Gaze of Kumbu, then no problem, you have her all categorized, and you can set the length of eye contact down to the millisecond, and all goes smoothly.

But what if you have not had the chance to calculate her Kumbu-worthiness? And you meet her eye gaze? And you have to make that flash decision on whether to hold eye gaze or to break it off immediately. Oh, the travails of mongerdom, how will I cope?

So I met the gaze of this girl in exactly this way: by random chance. She had two mammoth artificial mounds on her chest. It looked like she had pulled up to an Arco full service gas station, Cletus, the attendant, pulled out a hose and pumped a random amount of some random organic polymeric material into a random spot on her front side. And then did it again in a second spot, and then momentarily passed out while filling the second, resulting in the very obvious and very sad imbalance in the breasts. Add to that, Cletus had not even tried to hide the scar, which was emblazoned across her entire chest as if to say: "yeah, that's right motherfucker".

To my utter horror, I realized that as I had been working that image in and out of my mind, my eyes had been in constant contact with her eyes for well over 3 seconds now. Ugh. It had been so long that her lips had spread to reveal the most snazzy, metal-filled mouth I have seen in years. And as she smiled, yet another polymeric substance in her nose was pushed upwards, distorting her nose into a shark-fin of sorts. Ugh. And she was now working her hands to indicate 'buy me drink kaa?' 'buy me drink kaa?' 'buy me drink kaa?

Ordinarily, I will bite the bullet and buy the drink. No harm in having some polite conversation, and I think of it as good karma. You give something to the well of forgotten souls, and something will always come back. But tonight, I could not do that. I was tired, I was sleepy, and I needed to get my dirty on. So I did the unthinkable in Kumbu land: I shook my head and moved on (gasps of shock). It sounds like I am ragging on this poor girl, and I am. But that is what happened, and I have to say, it's a fairly common kind of occurrence at gogo bars.

On went the Gaze of Kumbu, and at the end of this process, I did spy two very do-able spinner jobs. One of them had one heck of a cute face, with a slightly stocky body type. But she was too busy dancing 6 inches from the mirror to notice me. Meanwhile, another girl who was with a Japanese dude kept looking over to me, and from what my leg-sensor could tell me, even from the vantage point I was in, she had a set of legs well worthy of prime Kumbu time. So I met her gaze several times, and after a while, she walked over to me.

Her name is Plaa, #23, and yes, a super set of thick, shapely legs. Perhaps a tad thick, even for old Kumbu, but very, very nice indeed. Her ass was large, and as far as I could guess, probably slightly on the soft, squishy side. But me likey some squishy bum-bum, so no problem for me. But the killer, sadly, was her face. How do I put this without sounding mean? Ah, yes: she was ugly. She too had major iron works in her mouth (did Baccara get a group discount from some two-bit dental hustler? But that wasn't the problem. It was, well, her face. It was just, well, ugly. I really can't find another way to put it, sadly. But here's the hilarious thing about how our opening conversation went:

#23: Hello kaa, where you flom?

K: America.

#23: Hmm? Amelikaa, you no look like Amelikaa.

K: . . .

#23: you buy me dink kaa?

K: sure.

(drink gets ordered, arrives, she sips it, there goes 200 baht).

#23: how long you stay Thailaaand?

K: About a month (I lied, yeah).

#23: bisi-ness?

K: Yes, business.

(pregnant pause).

K: (blurting) you're very pretty.

#23: I know!

So three things. Why did I say she is very pretty? What kind of dumb move was that? (1) Every horny man says that. You're better than that Kumbu, you're better than that. (2) She was plainly NOT pretty, why would I feel the need to lie like that? Ugh. (3) How could she say 'I know! Very odd.

So anyway, the next thing she says is that she is very popular with the men from the land of the rising sun, and I said:

K: check bin!

Damage: 180 (my drink) + 200 (LD) + 20 (tip), total=400 baht.

As I left, the mirror-girl was casting her gaze my way. I stopped on my way out, smiled at her, and walked out. I'll be back, Pretentious Pudgy Girl, oh yes, I will be back.

Next post: Bangkok Beat.

Next to Next Post: Climax.

This is the second of a three-part series of posts. No sex here, just thoughts about Bangkok Beat.

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We all know what beer goggles are, but in our chosen way of life (mongering is indeed a way of life, not a fucking hobby), we need a term that more accurately describes the situation where pure horniness impedes our ability to make rational decisions. Let's call that Cum Goggles. This is not the fetish of ejaculating on some bespectacled lass, no, though that does sound neat. Rather, this is where you take the easy way out by picking up a willing and available girl who [B] clearly[/B] does not meet your standards. And you do this all just to get your nut off, that's it. For me, this is the worst way to end a night. I spend the time and effort to sift through all the sand on the beach not so I can go home with a piece of gravel. I want that fucking cowrie, goddamit, I want the cowrie. Having a chunk of rock in my pocket might make me feel like I found something, but it's not what I went looking for. But after looking through enough piles of sand, desperation to feel that comforting lump of something in your pocket overwhelms you, and you just succumb to fatigue and desperation and take the gravel home. So no, the Cum Goggles are not my friend.

1 am, Monday night, just got off the plane from Amelikaa, been to Soi Cowboy and trotting towards lower Suk. Time to check out Bangkok Beat. The weather was the epitome of symmetry: temperature was 88 degrees, with roughly 88% humidity, and that's the kind of symmetry I could do without. So I took a taxi down, the ride being a full 3 minutes and costing 40 baht (well worth it). Bangkok Beat is in soi 7, the soi where Subway and Vasu Money Exchange sit, so it is easy to spot. As soon as you turn into the soi, you see it on your right.

As I entered, there were five girls standing by the doors, and this small, tight little girl opened the door for me. Thank you very much. But there was a second set of doors inside there, identical to the first set, and no one to open the door for me. So I opened the door, but such was it's heft, and such is the wispiness of Kumbu's frame, that I staggered and stumbled through the door. So let me get this straight. The 4'10" girl opened the first set of doors with adroit strength, and I can't even manage to pull the door halfway open without stumbling and groaning? Yeah, that's right. So this is how I entered Bangkok Beat: stumbling uncontrollably into the middle of the club. Welcome Kumbu.

First impression: the place is very. . . Woody. There is a lot of wood everywhere, which perhaps looked nice a few years ago, but it looks aged and slightly run down, IMHO. There is an upstairs and a downstairs, but there were plenty of tables available downstairs. I walked slowly through the people all the way to the bar, and then found a table in the corner, pretty far away from everyone. That is, there were several empty tables between me and everyone else (such was the emptiness of the place, at 1 am, mind you). My beer arrived and I started the Gaze of Kumbu. As I did this, I counted three Kumbu-worthy prospects. Everyone else was below my standards, or with some farang. There were plenty of farang around too, just sitting there with their apparent Thai GFs, all looking bored.

I sat there, far away from everyone, very obviously aloof from the crowd, for a good 10 minutes. Meanwhile, the girls were scoping me out. I was the fresh meat. I was dressed *much* better than anyone else there. Everyone there was wearing t-shirts, or drabby short-sleeve collared shirts, many had flip-flops on, many had shabby shorts. I'm not dissing anyone there, but there was a definite dress difference between me and the others, and that's because I had obviously over-dressed for BB. This was quite unintended, since I have never been to BB before and so did not know what the norms for dress are. I was not trying to be pretentious, it just happened by mistake!

But this worked *really* well with the girls. Not only was I fresh meat, I was well-dressed fresh meat. Plus my apparent age was probably a good 10 years below the median age in that joint. I am in my mid-forties (probably median age, I think), but I pass for a mid-thirties kind of guy (not sure how long that will last, though). Anyway, in all, I'm not trying to brag, but descriptively speaking, I think I was a catch in there, at least on that night.

The three prospects I had identified had all started making moves, but the distance between me and them was really hard for them to navigate. They couldn't just walk over: that would be waaay too obvious. So there had to be some distance-courting, which was fine by me. It gave me an envelope of safety, at least temporarily. One girl was giving me the regular head-turn. The second girl got up off her stool and started to grove, showing off some undulations that were indeed appreciated. And the third girl walked past me to the dance floor, and then started some sexy-dancing by herself, giving off the occasional longing glances to me.

But none of them were spectacular to me. They each had long pants on, two of them had non-conforming pants, and so I could not tell what their lower bodies were like. Their faces were all really wonderful, but hey, I'm not here for a beautiful face alone. I want the whole deal: face, legs, ass, boobs, todos. I want the Prix Fixe, but if I have to order a la carte, then it will be legs with a side of ass. Face optional, and boobs only if they are complementary. So I decided to not lead these innocent creatures on any further and I bailed. See, Cum Goggles were tempting me, and truth be told, I am sure I would have had a decent time with any one of those three girls, but I would always have felt that I settled. And in retrospect, given what eventually happened, I am so very glad I did not put on that pair of Cum Goggles. As I walked out, I could feel their eyes on my back, but this is best for all.

In all, then, I think Bangkok Beat is not for me. I can see why some would like it. It is more casual, less mercenary, more relaxed. The band is pretty decent, and there is talent available there. My guess is that prices are decent in that place, and there is very little pretention on display. Bonus: mighty midget girls to open doors for you.

But on the negative side, there was not a whole lot of options for the average punter like me. Three girls? Nah, I need more options (remember, there were plenty of other girls, just not to my standards). Moreover, the quality of these three girls was not outstanding. Granted, this changes from day to day and time to time. But really, there are other places where you can get the talent, reliably, and with no more fuss than here at BB. To wit, Climax, in my next report. And hang in there friends, the dirty details are on their way.

Next Report: The culmination of a night that was well worth the effort.

I have to say that I agree with your assessment of BBeat. I have tried to emphasize in several reports that this joint is not for everybody. What it takes to thrive there is patience and consistency. Sometime during most evenings, a pretty hot girl or set of girls will stroll in. I never sit in one place but wander about to keep the fuglies off balance and they are hovering around generally every night.

When I see someone to my liking, I strike but in a subtle passive / agressive way so their fee does not go into auto escalate. But totally understand why fellow mongers might be askance at what they see.

As I have noted before, many of these girls join the great unwashed at some point in Climax. The talent there is appreciably better but so are the prices and then the overall ambience of the place is tough to take.

Look forward to your next report.

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1890660]This is the second of a three-part series of posts. No sex here, just thoughts about Bangkok Beat.

* * * * *.

We all know what beer goggles are, but in our chosen way of life (mongering is indeed a way of life, not a fucking hobby), we need a term that more accurately describes the situation where pure horniness impedes our ability to make rational decisions. Let's call that Cum Goggles. This is not the fetish of ejaculating on some bespectacled lass, no, though that does sound neat. Rather, this is where you take the easy way out by picking up a willing and available girl who [B] clearly[/B] does not meet your standards. And you do this all just to get your nut off, that's it. For me, this is the worst way to end a night. I spend the time and effort to sift through all the sand on the beach not so I can go home with a piece of gravel. I want that fucking cowrie, goddamit, I want the cowrie. Having a chunk of rock in my pocket might make me feel like I found something, but it's not what I went looking for. But after looking through enough piles of sand, desperation to feel that comforting lump of something in your pocket overwhelms you, and you just succumb to fatigue and desperation and take the gravel home. So no, the Cum Goggles are not my friend.

1 am, Monday night, just got off the plane from Amelikaa, been to Soi Cowboy and trotting towards lower Suk. Time to check out Bangkok Beat. The weather was the epitome of symmetry: temperature was 88 degrees, with roughly 88% humidity, and that's the kind of symmetry I could do without. So I took a taxi down, the ride being a full 3 minutes and costing 40 baht (well worth it). Bangkok Beat is in soi 7, the soi where Subway and Vasu Money Exchange sit, so it is easy to spot. As soon as you turn into the soi, you see it on your right.

As I entered, there were five girls standing by the doors, and this small, tight little girl opened the door for me. Thank you very much. But there was a second set of doors inside there, identical to the first set, and no one to open the door for me. So I opened the door, but such was it's heft, and such is the wispiness of Kumbu's frame, that I staggered and stumbled through the door. So let me get this straight. The 4'10" girl opened the first set of doors with adroit strength, and I can't even manage to pull the door halfway open without stumbling and groaning? Yeah, that's right. So this is how I entered Bangkok Beat: stumbling uncontrollably into the middle of the club. Welcome Kumbu.

First impression: the place is very. . . Woody. There is a lot of wood everywhere, which perhaps looked nice a few years ago, but it looks aged and slightly run down, IMHO. There is an upstairs and a downstairs, but there were plenty of tables available downstairs. I walked slowly through the people all the way to the bar, and then found a table in the corner, pretty far away from everyone. That is, there were several empty tables between me and everyone else (such was the emptiness of the place, at 1 am, mind you). My beer arrived and I started the Gaze of Kumbu. As I did this, I counted three Kumbu-worthy prospects. Everyone else was below my standards, or with some farang. There were plenty of farang around too, just sitting there with their apparent Thai GFs, all looking bored.

I sat there, far away from everyone, very obviously aloof from the crowd, for a good 10 minutes. Meanwhile, the girls were scoping me out. I was the fresh meat. I was dressed *much* better than anyone else there. Everyone there was wearing t-shirts, or drabby short-sleeve collared shirts, many had flip-flops on, many had shabby shorts. I'm not dissing anyone there, but there was a definite dress difference between me and the others, and that's because I had obviously over-dressed for BB. This was quite unintended, since I have never been to BB before and so did not know what the norms for dress are. I was not trying to be pretentious, it just happened by mistake!

But this worked *really* well with the girls. Not only was I fresh meat, I was well-dressed fresh meat. Plus my apparent age was probably a good 10 years below the median age in that joint. I am in my mid-forties (probably median age, I think), but I pass for a mid-thirties kind of guy (not sure how long that will last, though). Anyway, in all, I'm not trying to brag, but descriptively speaking, I think I was a catch in there, at least on that night.

The three prospects I had identified had all started making moves, but the distance between me and them was really hard for them to navigate. They couldn't just walk over: that would be waaay too obvious. So there had to be some distance-courting, which was fine by me. It gave me an envelope of safety, at least temporarily. One girl was giving me the regular head-turn. The second girl got up off her stool and started to grove, showing off some undulations that were indeed appreciated. And the third girl walked past me to the dance floor, and then started some sexy-dancing by herself, giving off the occasional longing glances to me.

But none of them were spectacular to me. They each had long pants on, two of them had non-conforming pants, and so I could not tell what their lower bodies were like. Their faces were all really wonderful, but hey, I'm not here for a beautiful face alone. I want the whole deal: face, legs, ass, boobs, todos. I want the Prix Fixe, but if I have to order a la carte, then it will be legs with a side of ass. Face optional, and boobs only if they are complementary. So I decided to not lead these innocent creatures on any further and I bailed. See, Cum Goggles were tempting me, and truth be told, I am sure I would have had a decent time with any one of those three girls, but I would always have felt that I settled. And in retrospect, given what eventually happened, I am so very glad I did not put on that pair of Cum Goggles. As I walked out, I could feel their eyes on my back, but this is best for all.

In all, then, I think Bangkok Beat is not for me. I can see why some would like it. It is more casual, less mercenary, more relaxed. The band is pretty decent, and there is talent available there. My guess is that prices are decent in that place, and there is very little pretention on display. Bonus: mighty midget girls to open doors for you.

But on the negative side, there was not a whole lot of options for the average punter like me. Three girls? Nah, I need more options (remember, there were plenty of other girls, just not to my standards). Moreover, the quality of these three girls was not outstanding. Granted, this changes from day to day and time to time. But really, there are other places where you can get the talent, reliably, and with no more fuss than here at BB. To wit, Climax, in my next report. And hang in there friends, the dirty details are on their way.

Next Report: The culmination of a night that was well worth the effort.[/QUOTE]