Bangkok Reports

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1892202]Ok, I need to take this back, fellas. Or at least modify it. I just woke up from a night of crazy, dirty, repugnant PSE threesome sex that I had with girls from Crazy House. It was terrific, the whole thing, from the time in the bar (which was raunchy and dirty and very pleasurable) to the time in the room, which involved pussy-to-mouth action, something I've never done before. No time to write up the details yet, but they will come as soon as I write about the previous night.[/QUOTE]Woohoooo!

Can't wait to hear this one.

This always happens to me in Thailand after a sub par night. Somehow things turn aroudn the next night and I have the time of my life. That's why I love the place so much.

[QUOTE=EihTooms;1892329]

Have you ever seen some of those Crazy House girls in plain clothes on their way to the bar at the beginning of their work night (in fairness, this could be asked about virtually any go-go bar girls)? The answer is in fact, yes, you have seen many of them on their way to work. The thing is neither you nor I would look twice at most of those ordinary or below average looking girls when they are in their regular street clothes, which might also be different garb than the clothes they wear on a barfine take-out. But, fully nude, standing at a high angle on a go-go bar stage with follies pink filtered light on them to help them look younger, fresher, ironing out the wrinkles and unsightly bulges, and suddenly we're talking "Showgirl!". LOL.[/QUOTE]Whether or not you find the girls attractive is always so subjective. It's really hard to generalize as our tastes and what imperfections in a girl we will tolerate or not vary so much.

For me 90% of the girls at all of the gogos are mediocre / average. In my eyes, what separates a good from a bad gogo is that there will be a handful of girls that I like and maybe one or two that I find to be real stunners.

The few times I have been to CH I found it to be much better than most.

For my tastes Rainbow (or whatever they call themselves these days) and What's Up in Pattaya have the prettiest girls. But the girls there are less friendly and outgoing than the girls CH and I am always afraid they may turn out to be starfish. Though I have had pretty good luck so far in finding a good girl at both.

[QUOTE=UncleVolodya;1892347]Whether or not you find the girls attractive is always so subjective. It's really hard to generalize as our tastes and what imperfections in a girl we will tolerate or not vary so much.[/QUOTE]Agree 100%. And in my next-to-next report, I will describe how it happened to me, where on one night the girls were butt ugly, and the very next night, the girls were stunningly good. Part of that was the actual lineup, part of that was the mood I was in, and part of that was where I ended up sitting on both nights. Details to follow.

[QUOTE=UncleVolodya;1892347]For my tastes Rainbow (or whatever they call themselves these days) and What's Up in Pattaya have the prettiest girls. [/QUOTE]There was some chatter on the Pattaya thread a few weeks ago that What's Up was far over-priced, or something like that. What are your thoughts on that?

[QUOTE=UncleVolodya;1892347]
The few times I have been to CH I found it to be much better than most.
[/QUOTE]I would have said the same thing up until a couple of months ago. Except that up until that time I had been there quite a bit more often than a few times.

[QUOTE=EihTooms;1892309]I agree with you about taking our complaints to the management in the hope of actually making a difference. However, I must say in the case of Billboard in Nana Plaza doing so appears to be a waste of time. The fact is I had done exactly that several months earlier after a few visits, talked to the mamasans about one lousy barfine experience after another, multiple pissy attitudes from the servers, overall disinterest vibes from the girls, etc. I even had a long and candid conversation about it with one of the previous owners outside the premises once upon a time. Then I'd pop in, give it another try, found the same problems firmly in place as though no one had any problems at all other then me and moved on. Who knows, maybe it is just me, my buddy, and the fellow whose post prompted my response who have ever had a problem there. [/QUOTE]That's cool.

You tried to help them and, as often happens, nobody takes any notice and so the bar gets bad reviews on boards like this (as it should).

The main point of my post was to help guys realize that yelling at the monkey won't do any good; you have to go to the organ-grinder.

Of course, that doesn't always get results either.

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1892351]

There was some chatter on the Pattaya thread a few weeks ago that What's Up was far over-priced, or something like that. What are your thoughts on that?[/QUOTE]That is 100% true. And they don't offer much int the way of interaction naughtiness (like they do at CH, for example)
But the girls there are so god damn hot!

In this post, I describe my repeat performance with the Diamond from Monday night, the girl I picked up at Climax. This one has a twist at the end you don't want to miss.

* * * * *.

Wednesday morning, I woke up, my tongue was still swollen at the base, at the bottom where those little stringy things attach to the lower part of the mouth. My almighty tongue-insertion from Monday night was still biting me in the ass, but every time I twinged with pain from the tongue, it reminded me of that scene: gaping open mouth, lips clasping clit and butthole, tongue protruding to the max into Diamond's well of eternity. Mmmm.

That had been two nights before. The immediately preceding night, Tuesday night, I had spent with the rather gruff, strong-legged Plaa of the esteemed Bacarra establishment of Soi Cowboy. I won't be repeating, even though in the end I did get a very lengthy and pleasurable fuck out of it. But the hassle I endured before hand makes the whole thing not worth repeating.

Between the hunting, the negotiating, the fucking, the sucking, and the tongue-busting on one hand, and the lack of proper sleep and constant work during the day on the other hand, I was beat. I was physically and mentally spent. A grand total of five hours of sleep since Sunday morning, and it was now Wednesday morning, that is not enough to sustain a normal human being. If I had been sleeping this poorly back home, I would be sick within 24 hours, but for some reason, there was something keeping me fit, energetic and strong. Hmm, what ever could it be?

So during the day, I was tired, lethargic, and slow witted. I wanted to be more enthusiastic about the evenings escapades, but I just could not muster the energy. I wanted to go back to Climax, and I also wanted to sample Mixx. But those places require late nights. You can't be done by 1 am since that's the time you actually start. So assuming the most expeditious of evenings, I could conceivably be done with the hunt, pickup, return to hotel, penis-to-vagina battle, draining of little Kumbu, and into bed by 3 am. I would have to wake up at 7:30 am, and it pained me to think that sleep was trumping sex at this point. In fact, there was absolutely no signs of life within little Kumbu. He had turtled, was asking to be left alone while pointing to the Do Not Disturb sign hanging by the balls. He just wanted to be by himself.

So following afternoon coffee, my brain picked up a little and I managed to eek out a little bit of higher-order thinking. I slowly hatched a plan, and began to execute it, one that would allow me to have some guaranteed superb sex, and one that would allow me to sleep tonight like the baby that I am.

I texted Diamond and asked her what her plans for the night were. Nothing was the reply. I asked if she wanted to come see me tonight. Yes was the response. What time? I told her I would text when I was close to my hotel. She enthused on the idea of seeing me, and told me that when I texted, she just got done exercising. What was she doing, I asked? Squats was the answer. BING! Little Kumbu was fully erect in an instant, Do Not Disturb sign in tatters. The thought of that ass squatting, those legs flexing, her crack flaring, holy bejeezus, that's all I needed. The rest of the afternoon, I was high on endorphins fueled by the imaginary scene of Diamond, butt naked, squatting over and over on top of my delighted face.

I did not get back to the hotel until 8 pm, so I texted her to come at 9:30. She replied "Ok kaa". I did the regular shitting, showering, shaving, etc. And just as I was getting done, 9:15 pm actually, she texted me saying she was in the lobby. Eager, is she? I went down to retrieve my little play thing for the night, and when I saw her, I knew my plan was the right one.

She was wearing a skin-tight one piece black dress, the kind that reveals every curve, and leaves the legs bare. And black, in contrast to the flesh of her exposed thighs, well that was an excellent wardrobe choice she made. Her vermilion lipstick, I could do without, since it kind of looked garish and over-done, but so long as its not on her ass, I'm cool with it.

We went straight up, and as soon as the door was closed she jumped into my arms. I held her ass as her legs wrapped around me and we hugged and giggled. She tried to come in for a kiss, but I don't generally do that kind of thing, so it fell flat. I tossed her onto the bed and we chatted for a while.

This time I won't bore you with the details leading up to the sex, since it was almost a carbon copy of Monday night. I worked that little clit for about an hour this time before I decided to call it a night. She was enjoying it much like the other night, but she just wasn't getting over the hill. I asked her earlier why she had not finished the last time, and she shyly said that it is hard for her. She has not had that many orgasms in her life, and they tend to happen when she least expects them, like when she is doing leg-lifts in the gym. Hmm, I need to get me a gym membership. So that was her way of telling me not to worry. I wasn't worried, since it was all good for me.

Anyway, we talked for a few minutes more, letting things settle down a little, and then on goes the condom. I bring my own condoms from the States (Trojan unlubricated), and because of that, I often run into the problem of friction. And I don't carry lube, and she had no lube. She was a little wet still from the DATY I had finished 15 minutes ago, but that wetness was actually deeper within her pussy. So I gently inserted my fingers into her pussy, pulled out some of that thick gel and rubbed it around the opening of her pussy. In goes little Kumbu, and we are off to the races.

Missionary, switching angles and speeds, doing my whole regular thing, and this all lasted 10 minutes or so. We then switched to spooning, and this lasted only a few minutes since I would easily have exploded if I did it any more. So back to missionary, which I can basically do for as long as I like without cuming. So we did that for a good long time, and she kept getting close, but never actually finishing. But she was getting really worked up, and at some point as I am deep in concentration trying to get little Kumbu into a tight corner in the top right of her vaginal canal, she surprises me with a deep, wet, open mouth, full-tongued kiss. It was the thing of utter passion, and while some of you really dig this, I find it very, very disjointed. For me, this is about sex and pleasure, whereas kissing is about love and tenderness. I get the tenderness part, but the love ain't there. And when I kiss someone I don't love, it's ok for it to be dry on the lips, but when we get in to holding someone's oral organ in your mouth, that's got to be some intimate shit. And I'm not there, simple as that. But she was in to it, and despite me pulling back just a little, she kept grabbing me and forcing the issue. I let her have her way with my mouth for a while, but after just a few minutes of this, I needed it to stop.

And at this point, I was tiring with all the copulation, and so was she, so I decided to end it.

She did the flip, pointed her beautiful, round ass all the way up at the ceiling, and I watched as her ass cheeks fell away from her body. It was delicious and gorgeous, like watching water fall from a waterfall, just a sheer beauty of nature. There was her pert little butthole pointing straight up at 12 o'clock, and her pussy, gaping ever so slightly, just beneath it. I had to stand up to get little Kumbu directed into the pussy, and as soon as I entered, I knew this would last only 20 seconds, and I would explode like never before. And so it was. A serious release, a massive convulsion within my loins, and I felt the muscles squeeze violently to get every drop of cum the fuck out of my body.

We crashed together down onto the bed, and we stayed there for a few minutes breathing. I was so fucking tired, my eyes were closing already. I got up, cleaned up, and then she did, and then she started to get into the bed. Whoa, what is she doing? I need to sleep. So I told her, to her great disappointment, that it would be better for her to leave. She climbed on top of me and we lay there for a moment or two. She says 'You go Soi Cowboy now?' What? No, I am going to sleep!

And then it happened.

She looked at me in the eyes and said "If you go with another girl, I will. . . " and she made the universal sign of 'slit your throat'. I paused, looking at her wide-eyed and unbelieving. What just happened? I said "what?

And she doubles down. She says "You go with another girl at gogo bar or at Climax, I will kill you, for sure. " And she said this with a smile, too.

And like that, my delight and pleasure turned to grief and disappointment. Such a good thing, such a warm event, such an invigorating experience, all spoiled by this most cruel turn of events. I think it is the gentle persuasions of Kumbu that does it. I am indeed a softer kind of monger, and that is both my charm and my fatal flaw. The WGs are attracted to it because it is far easier to handle 100 Kumbus in a night than 1 really rough falang with a dick of steel and 19 hours of fuck-time ahead of him. So they prefer the feather touch over the hammer blow, any day of the week. But that same gentleness gives off a whiff of vulnerability, and what does one do with a vulnerable individual? You capture them, of course. Far too often, my really good sexual escapades have segued into attempted boyfriend-girlfriend-sponsor territory. I've never actually done the whole sponsor thing, and I hope indeed never to go down that lane. But it seems I get a lot of attempts to solidify a relationship into something more long term, and exclusive (at least on my end). Every time this has happened, I have given a solid 'no' response. But this time, I was so fucking tired, I wavered, and as such, she did not get a firm no from me.

I was so desperately tired, I could not deal with this. I said something like 'That's a scary thing to say, and I'm sure you are joking, but it's time to leave' And off she went, but as she left, and I was closing the door, just before the door slammed shut, she looked back at me and made the throat-slit sign to me. Fatal Attraction, Thai style.

So yah, that's the end of that then.

Tomorrow, I describe my raunchy, disgusting, embarrassing and utterly thrilling run at a threesome with some pretty ugly girls from Crazy House. I can't believe I sunk so low. . .

I read in Stickman several weeks ago that Billboard was bought by an American couple within the last year or so and strived to improve many things previously lacking in this go-go. According to Stick, they have done a pretty good job improving the overall ambience there and are very customer oriented.

Perhaps certain posters who have experienced bad experiences there are not taking their complaints to the right people and need to move up the food chain.

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1892410]In this post, I describe my repeat performance with the Diamond from Monday night, the girl I picked up at Climax. This one has a twist at the end you don't want to miss.

* * * * *.

Wednesday morning, I woke up, my tongue was still swollen at the base, at the bottom where those little stringy things attach to the lower part of the mouth. My almighty tongue-insertion from Monday night was still biting me in the ass, but every time I twinged with pain from the tongue, it reminded me of that scene: gaping open mouth, lips clasping clit and butthole, tongue protruding to the max into Diamond's well of eternity. Mmmm.

That had been two nights before. The immediately preceding night, Tuesday night, I had spent with the rather gruff, strong-legged Plaa of the esteemed Bacarra establishment of Soi Cowboy. I won't be repeating, even though in the end I did get a very lengthy and pleasurable fuck out of it. But the hassle I endured before hand makes the whole thing not worth repeating.

Between the hunting, the negotiating, the fucking, the sucking, and the tongue-busting on one hand, and the lack of proper sleep and constant work during the day on the other hand, I was beat. I was physically and mentally spent. A grand total of five hours of sleep since Sunday morning, and it was now Wednesday morning, that is not enough to sustain a normal human being. If I had been sleeping this poorly back home, I would be sick within 24 hours, but for some reason, there was something keeping me fit, energetic and strong. Hmm, what ever could it be?

So during the day, I was tired, lethargic, and slow witted. I wanted to be more enthusiastic about the evenings escapades, but I just could not muster the energy. I wanted to go back to Climax, and I also wanted to sample Mixx. But those places require late nights. You can't be done by 1 am since that's the time you actually start. So assuming the most expeditious of evenings, I could conceivably be done with the hunt, pickup, return to hotel, penis-to-vagina battle, draining of little Kumbu, and into bed by 3 am. I would have to wake up at 7:30 am, and it pained me to think that sleep was trumping sex at this point. In fact, there was absolutely no signs of life within little Kumbu. He had turtled, was asking to be left alone while pointing to the Do Not Disturb sign hanging by the balls. He just wanted to be by himself.

So following afternoon coffee, my brain picked up a little and I managed to eek out a little bit of higher-order thinking. I slowly hatched a plan, and began to execute it, one that would allow me to have some guaranteed superb sex, and one that would allow me to sleep tonight like the baby that I am.

I texted Diamond and asked her what her plans for the night were. Nothing was the reply. I asked if she wanted to come see me tonight. Yes was the response. What time? I told her I would text when I was close to my hotel. She enthused on the idea of seeing me, and told me that when I texted, she just got done exercising. What was she doing, I asked? Squats was the answer. BING! Little Kumbu was fully erect in an instant, Do Not Disturb sign in tatters. The thought of that ass squatting, those legs flexing, her crack flaring, holy bejeezus, that's all I needed. The rest of the afternoon, I was high on endorphins fueled by the imaginary scene of Diamond, butt naked, squatting over and over on top of my delighted face.

I did not get back to the hotel until 8 pm, so I texted her to come at 9:30. She replied "Ok kaa". I did the regular shitting, showering, shaving, etc. And just as I was getting done, 9:15 pm actually, she texted me saying she was in the lobby. Eager, is she? I went down to retrieve my little play thing for the night, and when I saw her, I knew my plan was the right one.

She was wearing a skin-tight one piece black dress, the kind that reveals every curve, and leaves the legs bare. And black, in contrast to the flesh of her exposed thighs, well that was an excellent wardrobe choice she made. Her vermilion lipstick, I could do without, since it kind of looked garish and over-done, but so long as its not on her ass, I'm cool with it.

We went straight up, and as soon as the door was closed she jumped into my arms. I held her ass as her legs wrapped around me and we hugged and giggled. She tried to come in for a kiss, but I don't generally do that kind of thing, so it fell flat. I tossed her onto the bed and we chatted for a while.

This time I won't bore you with the details leading up to the sex, since it was almost a carbon copy of Monday night. I worked that little clit for about an hour this time before I decided to call it a night. She was enjoying it much like the other night, but she just wasn't getting over the hill. I asked her earlier why she had not finished the last time, and she shyly said that it is hard for her. She has not had that many orgasms in her life, and they tend to happen when she least expects them, like when she is doing leg-lifts in the gym. Hmm, I need to get me a gym membership. So that was her way of telling me not to worry. I wasn't worried, since it was all good for me.

Anyway, we talked for a few minutes more, letting things settle down a little, and then on goes the condom. I bring my own condoms from the States (Trojan unlubricated), and because of that, I often run into the problem of friction. And I don't carry lube, and she had no lube. She was a little wet still from the DATY I had finished 15 minutes ago, but that wetness was actually deeper within her pussy. So I gently inserted my fingers into her pussy, pulled out some of that thick gel and rubbed it around the opening of her pussy. In goes little Kumbu, and we are off to the races.

Missionary, switching angles and speeds, doing my whole regular thing, and this all lasted 10 minutes or so. We then switched to spooning, and this lasted only a few minutes since I would easily have exploded if I did it any more. So back to missionary, which I can basically do for as long as I like without cuming. So we did that for a good long time, and she kept getting close, but never actually finishing. But she was getting really worked up, and at some point as I am deep in concentration trying to get little Kumbu into a tight corner in the top right of her vaginal canal, she surprises me with a deep, wet, open mouth, full-tongued kiss. It was the thing of utter passion, and while some of you really dig this, I find it very, very disjointed. For me, this is about sex and pleasure, whereas kissing is about love and tenderness. I get the tenderness part, but the love ain't there. And when I kiss someone I don't love, it's ok for it to be dry on the lips, but when we get in to holding someone's oral organ in your mouth, that's got to be some intimate shit. And I'm not there, simple as that. But she was in to it, and despite me pulling back just a little, she kept grabbing me and forcing the issue. I let her have her way with my mouth for a while, but after just a few minutes of this, I needed it to stop.

And at this point, I was tiring with all the copulation, and so was she, so I decided to end it.

She did the flip, pointed her beautiful, round ass all the way up at the ceiling, and I watched as her ass cheeks fell away from her body. It was delicious and gorgeous, like watching water fall from a waterfall, just a sheer beauty of nature. There was her pert little butthole pointing straight up at 12 o'clock, and her pussy, gaping ever so slightly, just beneath it. I had to stand up to get little Kumbu directed into the pussy, and as soon as I entered, I knew this would last only 20 seconds, and I would explode like never before. And so it was. A serious release, a massive convulsion within my loins, and I felt the muscles squeeze violently to get every drop of cum the fuck out of my body.

We crashed together down onto the bed, and we stayed there for a few minutes breathing. I was so fucking tired, my eyes were closing already. I got up, cleaned up, and then she did, and then she started to get into the bed. Whoa, what is she doing? I need to sleep. So I told her, to her great disappointment, that it would be better for her to leave. She climbed on top of me and we lay there for a moment or two. She says 'You go Soi Cowboy now?' What? No, I am going to sleep!

And then it happened.

She looked at me in the eyes and said "If you go with another girl, I will. . . " and she made the universal sign of 'slit your throat'. I paused, looking at her wide-eyed and unbelieving. What just happened? I said "what?

And she doubles down. She says "You go with another girl at gogo bar or at Climax, I will kill you, for sure. " And she said this with a smile, too.

And like that, my delight and pleasure turned to grief and disappointment. Such a good thing, such a warm event, such an invigorating experience, all spoiled by this most cruel turn of events. I think it is the gentle persuasions of Kumbu that does it. I am indeed a softer kind of monger, and that is both my charm and my fatal flaw. The WGs are attracted to it because it is far easier to handle 100 Kumbus in a night than 1 really rough falang with a dick of steel and 19 hours of fuck-time ahead of him. So they prefer the feather touch over the hammer blow, any day of the week. But that same gentleness gives off a whiff of vulnerability, and what does one do with a vulnerable individual? You capture them, of course. Far too often, my really good sexual escapades have segued into attempted boyfriend-girlfriend-sponsor territory. I've never actually done the whole sponsor thing, and I hope indeed never to go down that lane. But it seems I get a lot of attempts to solidify a relationship into something more long term, and exclusive (at least on my end). Every time this has happened, I have given a solid 'no' response. But this time, I was so fucking tired, I wavered, and as such, she did not get a firm no from me.

I was so desperately tired, I could not deal with this. I said something like 'That's a scary thing to say, and I'm sure you are joking, but it's time to leave' And off she went, but as she left, and I was closing the door, just before the door slammed shut, she looked back at me and made the throat-slit sign to me. Fatal Attraction, Thai style.

So yah, that's the end of that then.

Tomorrow, I describe my raunchy, disgusting, embarrassing and utterly thrilling run at a threesome with some pretty ugly girls from Crazy House. I can't believe I sunk so low. . .[/QUOTE]Was this a freebie? If so then you did run the risk of her thinking it may lead somewhere. Next time, make sure you pay her and then there will be no confusion about it being strictly business. Just some friendly advice.

[QUOTE=UncleVolodya;1892347]Whether or not you find the girls attractive is always so subjective. It's really hard to generalize as our tastes and what imperfections in a girl we will tolerate or not vary so much.

For me 90% of the girls at all of the gogos are mediocre / average. In my eyes, what separates a good from a bad gogo is that there will be a handful of girls that I like and maybe one or two that I find to be real stunners.

The few times I have been to CH I found it to be much better than most.

For my tastes Rainbow (or whatever they call themselves these days) and What's Up in Pattaya have the prettiest girls. But the girls there are less friendly and outgoing than the girls CH and I am always afraid they may turn out to be starfish. Though I have had pretty good luck so far in finding a good girl at both.[/QUOTE]Could be the avg. Agogo line-is so horrid that CH looks good in comparison. Hahahahaha. Tulips for ex, line-up is disgusting. SW equally disgusting. Sharks line-up passable. You get the picture. I can only imagine what Cactus Jacks girls look like. 50 year old hot girls?

[QUOTE=Bkkdog;1892465]Was this a freebie? If so then you did run the risk of her thinking it may lead somewhere. Next time, make sure you pay her and then there will be no confusion about it being strictly business. Just some friendly advice.[/QUOTE]Great report Kumbu. And good advice form BKKdog.

I hope you paid her before she left. Got to nip that BF-GF shit in the bud.

I never had a Thai girl give me the slit throat sign. 555. Something to aspire to. Kumbu my hero!

[QUOTE=Tomasb;1892435]I read in Stickman several weeks ago that Billboard was bought by an American couple within the last year or so and strived to improve many things previously lacking in this go-go. According to Stick, they have done a pretty good job improving the overall ambience there and are very customer oriented.

Perhaps certain posters who have experienced bad experiences there are not taking their complaints to the right people and need to move up the food chain.[/QUOTE]Of course, it also depends on whether or not the complaint is something concrete enough to cite other than simply a bad omen in the mind of an experienced punter.

"You really ought to do something about your uninspiring line up", which might have been my and Joomani's "complaint" with regard to Billboard in Nana Plaza isn't exactly constructive or likely even necessary to complain about with management. I would assume they've got eyes, too. But go-go bars from Billboard to Crazy House generally need to take whoever shows up to apply and do the job. I doubt any managers actively try to weed out the better looking girls and only hire the frumps.

"Wouldn't it be better if some of your girls smiled back to a customer every now and then, especially when a new customer just enters the bar, instead of scowling and averting their eyes?", might be concrete enough for management to act on but then they run the risk of pressuring girls to pretend to be interested in a customer for whom they have zero intention of engaging other than his buying her a Lady Drink. Personally, I'd rather they be honest about their disgust for me from the stage rather than bullshit me into thinking otherwise through a Lady Drink or two. lol

Then there is the pissy server attitude. Well, that is also more a matter of tone that only the customer could percieve, not actual words or as blatant as doctoring a tab, "forgetting" to bring back the change or anything like that. So I think it works well as a bad omen for probable unpleasantness to come, which is how I took it with regard to Billboard, but not so well as anything worth spending 5 minutes complaining about to management.

My earlier complaints to management and mamasans about Billboard, the reason I stopped bothering to go there months before, was that it had seemed to me that the unfortunate culture of "Yes"-in-the-bar, but "No"-in-the-room had developed among the bargirls working there and taken hold of too many of them. Probably by word of mouth among the staff it had become the place to apply and work for girls whose overriding plan was to say "Yes" to whatever the customer asked of her should he pay her barfine to take her to his room but then fire up a whole new set of "No" restrictions the minute the door closed behind them in the room. And it had happened even with the supposedly "good and honest" girls the mamasan hand-picked and recommended for customers who had already been bitten by it in the place. That is how entrenched that particularly negative culture had become in the old Billboard.

And all along the way in those days, there was the pissy server attitude reflecting and foreshadowing that level of disrespect for the customer that the girls would later exhibit. In my experience, any bar or venue culture that regards the customer as a clueless boob is not usually confined only to the girls being taken out, it spreads to the servers, too.

But in this recent situation, I didn't really have anything very concrete or actionable to complain about. Less than inspiring line up? Little or no positive vibe when I entered and soon after I sat down? Not much there a manager can work with at an afternoon staff meeting. But the pissy server attitude was my third strike against them for that evening, not a major issue on its own by any means, but in context of what I had experienced at Billboard months earlier and what, based on her attitude, had likely not changed in the Billboard girls' culture even with the new owners, it was enough of a bad omen to get my butt out of there ASAP and move on to more promising territory.

[QUOTE=Joomani;1892529]Could be the avg. Agogo line-is so horrid that CH looks good in comparison. Hahahahaha. Tulips for ex, line-up is disgusting. SW equally disgusting. Sharks line-up passable. You get the picture. I can only imagine what Cactus Jacks girls look like. 50 year old hot girls?[/QUOTE]Ah, Joomani, I might recommend popping into Cactus Jacks some early evening to see if Goy is working the stage topless in all her glory. She is a young lady whose smoking hot body would outshine 99% of the girls in Crazy House even on one of their better lineup nights. And there is no cactus growing down there either! Might be one or two others there on occasion worth checking out as well.

[QUOTE=Bkkdog;1892465]Was this a freebie? If so then you did run the risk of her thinking it may lead somewhere. Next time, make sure you pay her and then there will be no confusion about it being strictly business. Just some friendly advice.[/QUOTE]I most definitely did pay her, sorry, forgot to mention that I paid her exactly what I paid her the last time, 2500 baht. Why would I take for free something that I can pay perfectly good money for? I've made that mistake before, several times, thinking that the Freebie is somehow a thing to aspire towards. But in each of the previous instances, it turned very girl-friendly-like in a hurry, and that is exactly the wrong thing. There are reasons I pay for this, and one of those reasons is to not get the throat-slit sign offered to me.

[QUOTE=UncleVolodya]I never had a Thai girl give me the slit throat sign. 555. Something to aspire to. Kumbu my hero![/QUOTE]That's a record you must maintain, sir! I'll be your hero when I tell her that I DID fuck someone else, and then fuck her right there too, and live to tell you about it. But I suspect I will pussy out and just avoid her for the rest of my stay here. So that means no more Climax, and I hope she does not go over to Mixx any night this week. . .

[QUOTE=Kumbu;1892749]I most definitely did pay her, sorry, forgot to mention that I paid her exactly what I paid her the last time, 2500 baht. Why would I take for free something that I can pay perfectly good money for? I've made that mistake before, several times, thinking that the Freebie is somehow a thing to aspire towards. But in each of the previous instances, it turned very girl-friendly-like in a hurry, and that is exactly the wrong thing. There are reasons I pay for this, and one of those reasons is to not get the throat-slit sign offered to me.

That's a record you must maintain, sir! I'll be your hero when I tell her that I DID fuck someone else, and then fuck her right there too, and live to tell you about it. But I suspect I will pussy out and just avoid her for the rest of my stay here. So that means no more Climax, and I hope she does not go over to Mixx any night this week. . .[/QUOTE]Why wouldn't you take something for free so you don't have to pay money for it? If it's there, then it's there. If it turns Girl-friendly-like who cares, just lie to them and tell them what they want to here. It doesn't mean you have to stick around. So enjoy the freebie and lead them on and go your own separate way.