Needle, oh needle, where art thou?
In the haystack, that is. Looking for just the right girl in a gogo bar is like searching for that proverbial sliver of metal in the mass of dried grass. If you go into the endeavor with a very particular image of what you are looking for, and if you strictly hold yourself to that standard, you are in for a long, treacherous, perhaps painful, probably expensive process. I find it is better to go with the swing of things. See what Buddha, Karma, Jesus, Allah, Yehud, chance and inner psychology put before you on any given evening, and make your selection when the time feels right. That's my view on gogo bar hopping, at least.
But during the early part of Thursday night, I fell into the trap of looking for a very particular profile. It was somewhat frustrating, and in the end, my plan was blown out of the water like, well, like little Kumbu got blown out of the shower later that evening. Just to recap though, here is a synopsis of events since my arrival in BKK:
-Monday night, arrived, pulled Diamond from Climax. Super DATY, 2500 baht, plus expenses (LDs, etc.).
-Tuesday night, Soi Cowboy, Plaa from Bacarra, complains, but lengthy fuck in the end, 2500 baht, plus expenses.
- Wednesday night, repeat with Diamond, super sex, but erection-wilting death threat to end it all, 2500 baht, no extra expenses.
So tonight it was back to the gogo bars for me. As a synopsis, here is what happened. Feel free to skip to the section that most piques your interest.
-Doll House, 9:30 pm, harassed by Nam for LD, 430 baht expense.
- Shark, 10 pm, bought #9 LD, forget the cost.
- Midnite, 10:30 pm, bought Shirley a LD, super cute, total cost: 500 baht.
- Bacarra, 11:10 pm, no LD bought, 180 total cost.
- Crazy House, midnight-1 am, some sick shit (read: good) happened to me tonight.
Fatigue was once more high on my list of criteria for decision making tonight. I really wanted to go try Mixx tonight, but really, I need to compromise. Ostensibly, I am here for work, and I can't fuck that up, or else all future expense-paid visits to the City of Pleasure will cease, and then I truly will be in a world of hurt. So instead of clubbing it to 4 am, I decided to gogo-girl it until midnight or so, and then be done with the pleasuring part of the evening by 1:30 am or so. That would give me a sold 6 hours of sleep. Nice.
So I went to Soi Cowboy, and tonight I was looking for (what else?) legs again. And ass. And hips. And tight waistline. And with a smidgen of cuteness on the face. Oh, and hold the silicone, and the attitude, and the peroxide hair, and the high pitched screaming, and the incessant LD hustling. Yeah, that's what I want. What are the chances I will get it?
[B]Doll House[/B]
I arrived around 9:30 pm, and there were four girls on stage, all unfortunately shapen. They were solidly in the lower quartile of any man's rankings, irrespective of whose ocular perspective one beholds. But there were a couple of flecks of shining material in the corners of this dreary locale, and so I decided to sit and see what happens. There were perhaps 3 other customers in there, so I figured its early, might as well sit in a cool spot for a while as time catches up with me. As I sat down, a pretty thing comes on to stage. She had a pretty small chest, but the rest of her body was a solid 7. It was tight: she had a midsection that was worth the price of admission by itself (which was what again? She sported a nice, sexy six pack (not muscular, but just very toned), large hips and shapely legs, if not slightly on the soft side. I started the gogo eye-dance of seduction with her, which was subtle and slow.
But sadly too slow, for in the meantime, the predator that is Naam spied this blossoming romance and had to nip it in the bud. She walked over and started acting crazy, like 'what you look at? You klazi man! Why you so handsumm? Naa rak, ching ching naa rak', etc. , etc. Etc. She sat down on top of me and started to dry hump me. She reached down and started rubbing little Kumbu, while also grinding into me with her somewhat bony ass.
She smelled of stale cigarettes, and had hair that kept poking me in the eyes. Her back had little bumps (warts? Cigarette scars?) which lined up vertically and felt like rivets. I imagined that she was some kind of cybernetic organism, lady-like on the outside, but all machinery underneath. The rivets beneath her skin had been revealed in her last ass-grind with whatever poor sod preceded me, and her technicians (who oil her and check for mechanical problems) had failed to notice this. So here she / it was, going through routine #236.5 A with target 43.94 x. All algorithms predicted a success rate of LD-extraction of 93.7%, and a BF of a significantly lower 12.22%. As it was, the LD did arrive, and the BF did not, as target 43.94 x broke parameters and the routine crashed. On to Shark, Kumbu.
[B]Shark[/B]
This place was busting at the seams with delicious looking ladies on stage, jiggling, hustling, hip-shaking and eye-grabbing at absolutely frenetic speed. Things were just very caffeinated in this place, which was nice. I circled a full time before I could find a place to sit. I finally sat next to a very proper looking Asian gentleman who was carrying an umbrella. He looked very sophisticated, neither arrogant nor obtuse. He bought a LD for a very, very pretty little thing with peroxide hair, very tight small body, and an elegant face to match, but in the end he bailed on her, much to her chagrin. But she had a best friend, who for whatever reason believed I was with this most sophisticated of gents. My, I do declare, I am very flattered to be associated with him. Because of this, we shared a couple of words (he's from Hong Kong, Hi HK gent, if you are reading this, it's me, Kumbu, the brown guy you sat next to in Shark on Wed night).
Anyway, his girl's girlfriend, #9, was a very pretty thing in the face, but less spectacular elsewhere, as far as I could tell. She was a little too skinny for me, and perhaps a little long in the tooth too. But she had a real way with communicating, putting me totally at ease. Anyway, we chatted very nicely for a good 20 minutes, even after HK guy departed, and she eventually left me with no fuss and went on stage to dance. So I bailed, not seeing anything else that matched my desire.
[B]Midnite[/B]
The time was now 10:30 pm, and Soi Cowboy was in full swing. I went into Midnite, and as I entered, there were maybe 5 dancers on stage, and holy hell was this a nightmare. The girls had these chains hanging from the ceiling to hold on to. The chains had metal circles to hang on to, and they were dressed in some kind of black, goth motif. Not to be mean, but shit, the talent on display is an offense to the word talent. The girls themselves were like over-fed goblins, with fat, bulging, misshapen legs, bulging bellies hanging out of their waist straps, big hair, and grotesque faces. This was not plus-sized or thick, this was unhealthy and obese. I'm not kidding, the very first thing I thought when I digested this scene is that it looked like a scene out of a Clive Barker novel. There were none amongst them who I would do for free, let alone pay for the pleasure of being smothered beneath. So attention: those in need of some fattie loving, make your way to Midnite.
I walked in, and as I walked towards a table, slowly grasping the horror of my predicament, I did an about turn to exit immediately. Ah, but they had thought of that, and they sent in their super-secret special weapon. I turn around and I am met with the single most delightful thing I have seen all night. Holy shite, this little spinner is a sight for sore eyes. Her name, it turns out, is Shirley (how very Thai), with a tight little, very shapely body. Her legs are shapely but thin, her ass is round but small, her waist is tight and toned, her breasts look to be of the largish A variety, but proportionate for her body frame, but the killer was her face. She had a face of such symmetry and grace, it was just a pleasure to watch it. She smiled at me, and I felt my knees buckle. Ooy, I am smitten.
She urges me to sit and talk. Umm, ok Shirley. What else should I do? She suggests we have a drink together. Mama san arrives and I grin and blurt out something like "uh-hah, umm, she what drink needs, umm, something for her drink to now, yah. Uh-heeee. " We chat, or rather she talks while I gaze and admire. She's yacking on, and all I am thinking is "You're so lovely, Shirley. Can we be friends?" The drinks arrive, and we do a toast to the future, to success, to world peace and the eventual defeat of tyranny everywhere. And as the frigid beer cools my insides, I spy through the corner of my eye the ticket that had come with our drinks. I see the price of our two drinks, and it is 500 baht.
*COUGH*.
I spit up some beer. I also see the label next to her drink, and it is 'Coyote drink. '.
Oh Shirley, darlin', say it ain't so! You a coyote, girl? Ohhhh, why, why, why? Damn you gods of chance, why must you do this to me. I was grooving with this little lovely. I was ready for some lovely un-Kumbu-like hay rolling with a very smallish, super pretty little thing that would rock my world. Darn.
Reality set in like night time in November in New England: quickly, coldly and remorselessly. So I chilled, enjoyed the view of my spinner for a few moments longer. Meanwhile, one of the beasts on stage had lost her massive shoe, and she was trying to skulk-hobble off the stage. Have you ever seen an elephant that has lost one leg? Yah, that was my cue.
[B]Bacarra[/B]
Next, to Bacarra baby. Arrival time, 11:10 pm, and the goon directed me very politely to the side to pre-purchase a drink. I did so with no fuss, paid the 180 baht, and when I got in, I was left to my own devices. People have complained about this in the past, but I kind of like this system. No tip to worry about, no check-bin, you pay and then you're on your own, at least for a while. So I walked around with beer in hand and circled and circled until I found a spot downstairs. I was hesitant to go upstairs for fear of dealing with Plaa. She would certainly demand a LD, and I just did not feel like negotiating that complex face-offending situation tonight.
Downstairs, the talent was much, much better than the previous time I had come. There were many more girls on stage, with more energy. There were many more customers, so I guess that has something to do with it. There were two teams of girls: the red team and the black team. From the black team, I spied a super sexy girl, #182, who I would easily have BFed, but the vibe was no good. She was not interested in me, or anyone as far as I could tell, so I left well enough alone. In the red team, ditto with #247. And by the way, these numbers are so meaningless. Who on this board is going to remember those numbers, go scope them out, and then report any useful information back to the board. What would useful information even look like? I don't know. But I am providing the numbers just because that seems to be the custom here, so there you go.
While sitting in Bacarra, I did notice a couple of interesting things. First, if you sit for long enough without buying anything, they get pissed off at you. They say you need to buy another drink. I saw this happen to three different Asian dudes. (I somehow managed to avoid castigation). Second, I noticed that the Asian dudes were really being abused by the waitstaff. I could not comprehend why they were being so rude to these guys, and why the guys were taking it. For example, the guy next to me had a translator machine thingy, and he called a waitress over to ask her something, and he started typing his request into the machine. A moment after he starts typing, but before he finishes, someone else asks her to calculate the check bin for them. So she turns her attention to this other customer. Meanwhile, the translation guy finishes what he is typing, and puts the translator up so she can read it. What does she do? She grabs the translator without even looking at him, and forces it down and away from her sight, as if to say "Can't you numb-nuts SEE that I am busy? But the guy did nothing wrong really, except being a slightly slow typist. She should have waited and given him service, and had the other customer wait a moment while she dealt with this guy. Or dealt with the translator guy with just a little bit more humanity. Afterwards, knowing what a rectum she had been, she started joking with the guy about slapping his hand out of her face, like it was all good. But it was all rectum in my book.
And I saw at least two other examples of this rudeness, which was just galling. I say this because there is this perception on this board that Japanese guys get super preferential treatment at places like this, especially Bacarra. My guess is that if you ask the Japanese guys, they will tell you a different story.
It was past midnight now, and I was tiring. I had not found my needle in the haystack, so I decided I really needed to get my ass down to Mixx, despite my earlier plan. I thought I might drop by the hotel to pick up some more cash, just in case I needed it. I took soi 23 down, and just on a whim, I decided to do one last gogo, and it would be Crazy House.
[B]Crazy House[/B]
Recall that two nights ago, I had been here and I thought it was the dregs of all Bangkok. It was grimy, dirty, bright and over-stimulating. The girls were ugliness incarnate, and the guys in here seemed depressingly horny and degenerated. I did not enjoy myself at all, and so I'm not sure why I went back. I guess I am a sucker for redemption stories.
The reverse birth process began on the street as the invisible umbilical cord pulled me into the curtain. I emerged on the other side into the womb of utter debauchery and filth. I kid you not, just as I my head pushed through the curtain, meeting me in my face was a bent over, flared, open butt. The girl was bending over there, and all I could see was the moon she was offering the world. Welcome to hell-eaven Kumbu.
I scanned the room, and it was busier than the previous time. There were more girls on stage, more customers, and just more energy. Someone had just vacated a seat on the right side, not at the stage, but on the other side of the aisle from the stage. I took the spot immediately, and this was the key to my experience here tonight. I strongly urge you to try to find a spot where you can host a couple of dirty girls. Stools are for ogling, benches are for groping and fingering. Yup, words to live by.
First, I took a serious look at the girls on stage. I double-clicked on the Gaze of Kumbu, and after loading, the routine began running. I was pleasantly surprised. I think the mean rating that the routine returned upon completion was somewhere in the 5. 2 region, but the Standard Deviation was a whopping 4. 5! So it was a really flat and wide curve with great dispersion across the full scale. This means there were girls in the 1-2 range, girls in the 3-4 range, girls in the 5-6 range, girls in the 7-8 range and girls in the 9-10 range. And yes, I spied a couple of 10's in there.
One girl in particular, all the way on the other side of the stage, was OUT. OF. THIS. WORLD. Sorry to shout, but her body made me do it, I had no choice. She had the absolutely perfect apple-shaped ass with no flab or over-hang. It was set upon the most stunning, shapely legs I have seen in many a moon (even Diamond would be put to shame, I believe). Her skin was immaculate, though it is hard to tell in that neon light. Her breasts looked augmented, but it was a very tasteful job, not garish or obvious in any way. Her face was fine, not super like aforementioned Shirley, but fine. But let's not waste time wondering about this lovely since I never tasted that pleasure. Fate had other tastes in store for me.
As I watched, these two girls walked past me, hand-in-hand. The one in front was the cute one, and the one in the back was the one in charge. The one in charge leads from behind, and as they pass me, the leader takes their joint hands and leads it to me and places the two joined hands right in front of me, ready to shake.
I pondered this a moment. Accept the hand shake and you are out two LDs, Decline the shake, and you might as well pack up and go home right now. But looking at the pretty one, I saw potential. She had some super breasts. I am not much of a breast man, but hers were pert, natural be-cups, with tasty looking nipples. Moreover, she had lovely, lovely hips. She was slightly on the chunky side, but her face was very alluring. She had flared eyes that had a very naughty look about them. Her lips were also pert and well shaped and they looked like they could do some serious sucking. So I accepted the offer, and right then sealed my fate for the night.
As soon as they sat down, the kissing, fingering, groping and rubbing was on full tilt. The pretty one sat to my left and swung her leg over mine and started rubbing little Kumbu. The leader sat on my right, pulled my arm around her shoulders and placed my hand inside her bikini top right into her very firm, very natural, very voluminous breasts. She took my fingers and maneuvered them to her nipples and urged me to go to town there. So that's my right hand.
Meanwhile, over on the left side, the pretty girl was rubbing my pants ever to expertly, and she took my left hand and placed it right on to her close-cropped pussy. Not inside (yet), but just rubbing the pubic region. My hand alternated between the pubic rubbing and going around the backside to explore the voluminous ass that resided back there. I was feeling a little uncomfortable. I mean, I was basically being extorted of LDs with no capacity to say no, it was not fair. But it sure was fun.
After a few minutes of this, and one LD each later, pretty girl gets up and mounts me and starts the reverse cowgirl simulation, rubbing and squashing little Kumbu mercilessly. Were I not in such a spent state, I might have actually ejaculated, such was the realism she conveyed with her act. But given my state, little Kumbu barely registered the abuse he was taking. But my mind certainly did, and it was lustfully delightful. Leader was leaning into it too, reaching over with her hand and every time pretty-girl's bum lifted off little Kumbu, leader would stick her fingers under there and give the pussy a quick little rub. She encouraged me to do the same. Who am I to argue? So I stuck my hand under there, feeling a somewhat damp set of pussy lips rub all over my hand. Yikes, ticklish!
This went on for several minutes, gradually getting raunchier and raunchier. Then the second set of LDs arrived, and after consuming those LDs, we went back to the debauchery. This time, fingering was on the menu, and so I was encouraged to (gently) finger pretty girl with my middle finger. I got the tip into her pussy, but not more than that. Moreover, my thumb was fingering her asshole at the same time. And my left hand was going between big tits up top and smooth, large ass down below. Pretty girl would occasionally turn around and give me a wet, sickening DFK. I abhor DFK, but given this current context, it seemed like part of the story line, and so I could not refuse it.
They made the proposition to me. BF of 700 each (1400 total), plus 3500 each, if I want ST with both of them. If these girls were stunners, given the state of my arousal, I would have pulled the trigger in an instant. But stunners they were not. One girl, the pretty one, was perhaps a 6, and the other was a 5 at best. So we were dealing with two very ambitious, uninhibited girls who were punching well above their weight. But I was not about to concede to this.
So I countered 2000 each, ST, they can go home anytime they like. They came back with 3000 each, and they promised to 'take good care you naa'. I countered with 2500, last offer, and I get to do both of them together. Agreed.
What? Did I just negotiate a threesome? Yes indeed. Well done Kumbu.
On the way back, we stopped by a very well hidden restaurant in the bowels of soi 23 that I never knew existed. You walk through a little pathway that is smaller than an alley and you emerge into a great little Thai restaurant. We all had khao pad kung to carb ourselves up for the rest of the night, and then scampered back to the hotel.
We get in, and fuck, all hell breaks loose. Clothes are thrown in all directions, my clothes are ripped off me by one girl while the other starts to kiss me. I don't even remember which did which at this point. It was not hurried, in that this did not have the feel of them trying to get the fuck out of Dodge. No, this was just frenetic. Before I knew it, I was butt nekkid and in the shower with two naked, slightly over-weight girls. We soaped each other into slippery, bubbly masses and then rubbed our bodies together, without using our hands, to wash the soap off. The girls were raucously laughing through out this process, while my brain was busy forging new neural pathways with this most delightful of experiences.
Once little Kumbu was properly washed, the leader drops to her knees and starts sucking on my balls while pretty girl plays with my nipples. One thing was missing. Who is going to suck little Kumbu? So I nudged pretty girl down to go at little Kumbu, which she gigglingly did. She made some snide comment in Thai to leader, and it sounded like she said 'this son of a biitch is making a meal of this. ' Both girls on their knees, they had to close their eyes because of the shower blasting on my back, sending spray in all directions. And that image, of them with closed eyes, looking up at me, spray flying in all directions, was just insanity to me. Because of their closed eyes, it gave the impression that they were enjoying it beyond belief, which was a realy cool fantasy to have, right? They sucked and suckled as best they could under the circumstances. I have to say that the actual genital sensations were not all that super, but the visual sensation is one that I will go to the grave with. Literally, when I am on my death bed, thinking back on my life, I will think to myself:
"I wish I had done more for the poor, I wish I had spent more time with my family, I wish I had done more to fight corporate greed, I wish I had done more for others and less for myself. But I'm glad I got that double-blow-job in the shower in Bangkok, so I guess, on balance, it was a good life. ".
So good was that scene, that I actually came. I spurted unexpectedly all over pretty girls mouth and lower jaw, and it sputtered down onto the leaders forehead and her shower cap. They both immediately pushed me aside and washed their faces vigorously in the stream of the shower, and I staggered back and forth on the precipice of fainting.
We washed, and dried off, and went over to the bed. We talked for a while. I found out that they were child hood friends together from Buriram. Pretty was 23, Leader was 24. Leader has been here six months, pretty has been here for 3 months. Leader has one child, pretty does not, but pretty has a very, very demanding mama, who calls her every week and tells her to send money. So she is compelled to raise money for mama. I asked what mama needs all that money for, and I got an obfuscated response. I did not probe further.
Eventually we started at it. I started groping one leg, then a breast, then sucked this appendage, then squashed that, I forget what was what. It was a mass of limbs, lips, breasts, cheeks and penises. The mass of body was nice, if not pretty. But here's the thing. Even with all this super stimulation, little Kumbu was fast asleep. There was nothing happening down there. I had not taken any supplementation, not thinking this would ever happen. I am one horny mutherfucker, and given the chance to go at two pussies, who would think my little mate would betray me so?
I figured the fucking would get him going. So I don the Trojan and flip pretty over to go at her doggie style. But little Kumbu is soft as jello. I mean, have you ever tried to squash your own limp dick into a pussy? It's pathetic, I have to say. I was utterly at a loss, since this has never happened to me before. What does one do? Try as I might, the blubbery mass of flesh just can't do the job, so we're done right?
Wrong. This fact was not lost on the girls. Pretty says something in Thai to leader, and they quietly confer on their plan of action. Condom comes off, and leader starts sucking. Little Kumbu responds to the direct stimulation, and we have a partial erection. So she slaps the condom back on and we try inserting. Aaaaah, little Kumbu flagged just then and returned to his squid-like state. So the Trojan stays on this time, and leader works it hard. She sucks pretty well, and when little Kumbu is there, she licks pretty's awaiting pussy (for lubrication) and in goes little Kumbu. Yes!!
So I pump for a while, and leader then urges me to pull out. Wait, what? Why?? We worked so hard for this, must we end now? She shushes me and pulls me out, and opens her mouth wide, like she is going to chomp down hard on little Kumbu, but instead takes him into her mouth, pussy slobber and all. Ah, right, I see your plan now leader. MUCH better plan than mine. I tip my hat to you.
We did this delightful, porn-starish action several times more before little Kumbu could stand on his own one leg. So now we were good, and I could just fuck. Leader then wriggled underneath my legs and started sucking my balls as I fucked pretty. Looking down at that scene was a cum buster under normal circumstances, but little Kumbu was not anywhere near ready to bust again. So we did this for longer than leader cares to remember, and then I told her I want to fuck leader.
So she insists on a new condom. Ok, that seems a little offensive to your childhood friend over there, but fine. On goes a new condom, and we have to hurry so little Kumbu won't drop. She gets on all fours and I try to insert. But it's too dry, so pretty comes over, licks the pussy, and then sits back. I say no, no, you need to suck little Kumbu too, and she hesitates. Aaaaawww so close! She was so close to being the perfect porn star, but her aversion to BJ did her in. Solly krap!
But she eventually did drop down and give me ten. But they were ten of the worst BJ strokes you can imagine: teeth, jagged, too much pressure, ugh. So I pulled out and stuck little kumbu into leader, and fucked for a while, as pretty offered me her boobs to play with and suckle. The boob suckling was getting me off, but wait, before this all ends, I want to try one last thing. I told leader that we had agreed that I could fuck both of them, chay may? And that means at the same time. So we need to do this without changing condoms. And to my great surprise, she agreed!
So they both line up on all fours, and I start fucking leader, then pull out and in to pretty, and then back to leader, and then in to pretty, and then back to um, orgasm.
So after the clean up, I paid them each 3000 baht. They were happy with getting more than the agreed upon price. Moreover, they did work for it, with the whole ED situation. I'm not entirely sure that the whole pussy-to-mouth thing would have transpired were it not for limp little Kumbu, so I am glad that happened (though still mortified). And the pussy-to-pussy thing was also a delicate negotiation, so I am not sure they would do this again with anyone else.
So I never got pretty's number, but leader's is #110 (please don't judge me for fucking a fat ugly, you would too under the circumstances), and pretty's name is Mo. If anyone wishes to repeat with them, you have my blessing, but keep in mind YMMV.
The next day, I traveled to Pattaya, from where I am writing this post right now. I will be posting my next few reports in the Pattaya thread, and then returning back to the BKK thread.
Back from the jaws of defeat
Just fantastic Kumbu.
Thanks for an honest and uplifting report (no pun intended).
We all have a little trouble form time to time. And its not surprising considering your lack of sleep and you just having blown your load in the shower. Way to stick with it and not get discouraged. And those girls were certainly good sports to lend you a hand (or a mouth as it were) 555.
I can't wait to hear about what you get up to in Pattaya and to get your impressions about how it has changed form your last trip.
Stay horny my friend.
Uncle-V,.
FL scene around lower Suk
Have been in town two weeks now and waited to write something up to see a coupe of full weekly cycles. I have been concentrating on the FL scene so far this trip due to the soapy raids and declining quality at the usual PSE oilies. As some one said recently on the forum the best ladies are the one's you happen upon, so I have been paying it by ear and so far it has been paying off fine.
In short the numbers and overall quality are down but there are still selectable ladies if you are patient. This will be recap and confirmation for some, but maybe the newbies will find it useful:
The Nana Parking Lot (NPL) still has the best hunting. Dead during the day, ok weeknights and best on Friday and Saturday night. The Hooters effect has the ladies generally huddled towards the suk side near the pharmacy. You can find what you are looking for if you are not too picky: if you want a tall young skinny girl they are there; maybe just not with big boobs and and a perfect nose.
Much the same scene near the Grace Hotel heavier set Thai and ME ladies. Suk 3 to 5 bus stop and McDonaldes is generally horrid, but I did pick up a cutie two notches above the other day. 28 yo cute face not skinny not fat but good attitude and service. The African ladies are still roaming this crescent if that is your thing.
There is still some action from the Suk T21 Westin corner down past the Sofitel a ways to the Manhattan. Again hit and miss (mostly miss) but the ladies are still there.
Where I found a new bit of a cluster was on Suk soi 4 past Hooters down to the Sportsman Pub and Ra-jah Hotel shopping center. Perhaps more FL have been pushed down that way. Higher numbers than usual and more ladies than the usual LB's. Have not seen Elena yet as she usually sticks out like a sore thumb.
Have been paying 1000-1200 baht for ST. It is slow and the ladies seem open to this tariff. I generally wait for them to attract me and after some small talk ask them for their price. If you approach them it could be slightly different as you lose your negotiating advantage.
As example I woke up early the other day and went out for cigs at 5 am even though I did not need them. With no intentions of mongering I came upon a rather hot lady who offered 1000 baht straight away. Well I took advantage of the opportunity and had my best session so far this trip.
So in general if you are patient and don't need to get laid at *that moment* IMO you can find equal quality FL to that currently on offer at Snow White for example.
SL.
Doesn't Look Good for Nataree
It doesn't look like the Nataree situation is something that is going to get fixed. There now are some serious steps being taken against the owner and management of that establishment. [URL]http://www.bangkokpost.com/news/crime/1010085/brothel-owner-manager-each-face-14-charges.[/URL] Today's print edition of the Bangkok Post has a headline on page 2: "Hunt on for owner, manager of Nataree massage parlour." Apparently, the police are looking for the two who are both charged with h***n trafficking (don't want a code word violation, ha, ha), prostitution of minors, and harbouring undocumented migrants. An investigation into the bribes paid by the parlour is also underway according to the print edition article.
I am curious about the claim in the article that 77 of the sex workers there, more than half, were foreign. Doesn't sound right. But I'm no expert as to whether someone there who says and looks like they are from Chiang Rai could be from another country (Myannmar?).
