18 Jan. Nana - Angel Witch, Rainbow 5 and Billboard.
Round 2 at Nana plaza and time to check out the upper floors. I saw Spanky's first, and having heard good things about the place, I decided to check some of the other bars first. Walking past a lady with a folded pool noodle, [B]Angel Witch[/B] came into view. Remembering that they have "sexy shows" every hour, I glanced down at my wrist and it was 10:00, so I thought it was the perfect time for this bar. I grabbed a seat in front of the stage and after first getting the wrong beer, I was presented with my usual Singha. Most of the girls on stage were older than I like, probably none of them under 30. They were definitely having fun though, evident from their expressions and the playfulness in interacting with each other. There was also a shower cubicle, or should I say shower cylinder in the corner with tips emblazoned across the glass. A lady was washing herself inside and I was slightly bewildered at the odd sight. There were posters above the stage and above the bar that read, "Ladies want your balls" with prices for ping pong balls, probably a relic from shows of the past I thought to myself. Speaking of relics, quite a few of the patrons were much older than I was used to seeing. One man hobbled over to the bathroom before returning and struggling to settle his bill. One of the managers had to yell and explain it him over the blaring classic rock. The way a few of the mature gentlemen were ogling the ladies was more the wide eyed stare I had come to expected from those that still needed to present their IDs for entry. I envied their joy to be honest as I was slowly nursing my beer in wait. A legitimately "hansom man" nodded over one of the ladies exhaling his e-cigarette fumes through his nostrils like a mighty dragon. It was as though Johny Signs himself was present in this bar and my sexuality may have wavered for an instant just watching the way he held himself with such confidence. As the clocked ticked to 10:10, I began to wonder whether and when the show would finally start, since I had decided to leave after watching one. Maybe a minute later, the lights dimmed and the ladies began descending as the DJ made an incomprehensible announcement. 4 of them returned with led lingerie covering the black bra and thong combo they were rocking moments before. The lingerie has cutouts for the breast and a cutout in the back that looked perfect for a bunny tail. Perhaps the upcoming Chinese New Year has influenced me more than I thought, since it was more likely for the tiny triangle of thong fabric. The performance was quite lackluster and the girls weren't quite in sync, but they did hammer the pool noodles in their hand loudly on the stage in time to the chorus. Next up, was a solitary blonde in a loose fitting black jumpsuit. A chair was slid across the stage and her performance was much better, even garnering a few applause from the audience at the end. Her's was a classic striptease, where she unzipped her sleeves and pant legs before flinging the torso of the jumpsuit to a man who made a show of gratefully putting it on. Following this was another 4 schoolgirls in sailor suits with the skirts pulled up to their navels, fully exposing their thongs. This dance involved the poles a lot more with a lot of grinding. The performance concluded with 2 of the girls donning 12 inch strap ONS to simulate sex. I couldn't help but chuckle as I settled my bill and the stage was once again adorned by girls in black underwear. The only girl I had found attractive was unfortunately my waitress, but I wasn't sure if chatting her up would be considered a faux pas, so instead I proceeded to the next venue for this evening.
*[B]Damages:[/B]: 180 - Singha.
[B]Rainbow 5[/B] beckoned me in with the sheer number of girls on display. They had 2 full stages and plenty of girls mingling with the patrons. I took a seat, scanning to find some company while sipping on a very chilled Singha. None of the girls were to my liking, but only being able to inspect one of the stages, I waited for them to switch. The bar was beginning to fill up, so the mamasan asked that I move in to accommodate some of the newer entries. I obliged and a few minutes later spotted a cutie in a yellow bikini that was perfect. Unfortunately now being surrounded by men on all sides, it was impossible to get the attention of any of the managers despite the obscene amount of hand waving I resorted to. I had to literally get out and tell them the girl I wanted in one of the manager's ear. Recalling 11 Bravo's advice, I did not want my meal stolen from out under me again, but it was too late. The manager returned pointed to the man who had done just that. I spent a long time but could not pick an alternative. By some stroke of luck, yellow bikini returned to the stage and feeling exceedingly lucky, I strode over hurriedly to request her presence. Elle was cute adorned with many a tiny tattoo. A simple along the thumb, "start again" daintily adorning her wrist. Having bought her and the manager a drink, before I was to make a shocking discovery. SHE WAS ON HER PERIOD! No wonder that man didn't take her home. She even complained how she had lost 6 k that night on account of Aunt Flo. I decided to take a stroll to see if I could salvage the situation without leaving the bar and I found someone passable. I invited her over and found that Rainbow 5 counts a whiskey and coke as 2 drinks and not the mixed drink one would assume. I gave both the girl and manager a quizzical look before acquiescing, hoping this would get me a few brownie points with the girl who was looking a tad preoccupied. She would not stop texting her "sister" and it was utterly impossible to elevate her mood in the slightest. She excused herself to the bathroom and noticing her glass was empty, I didn't expect her to return. She did however, for all of 2 minutes, before asking to return to the stage. I decided to try and close, but she quoted 10 k for LT, I then asked her for ST thinking she was just giving me a ridiculous price since she preferred ST. Nope. 5 k for ST. I called her out on it before dismissing her. The manager came to enquire and I told her I had struck out again. I cleared my bill and headed over to the bathroom. They had an attentive attendant who would make space for you to wash our hands offering a freshly steamed towel afterward. He did gently wave his hand over to the tip tray and both times I fished out one of the bigger coins from my pocket to drop into it. As I exited the bathroom intending to leave, I caught sight of an absolute stunner. The gambler in me thought I had finally struck gold, so I asked her to follow me directly. Nan was unbelievably fun, only surpassed by how cute she was. She ordered just a coke and apologized for not drinking. After the whiskey coke situation, I was more relieved than anything, reassuring her that it was completely alright. When I was about to bring up the bar fine, she told me that SHE TOO WAS ON HER PERIOD! What are the motherfucking chances?! We both commiserated over the fact that she had lost 3 potential customers and I had lost 3 as well. I casually remarked that the menstruating ladies should perhaps have a different colored number badge, so that punters would know the prospects before wasting their money. She joked that I should become a manager here. She was extremely fun, so I decided to take a short menstrual history, in the hopes that I could possibly set her up for one of the following nights. [B]11Bravo's[/B] tip about keeping in touch for easy logistics was to thank for the idea, but to my misfortune she would likely remain on the rag till I left. I explained to her why I asked and she excitedly pulled out her phone for me to scan her Line barcode in the case that she would somehow be off her period before I left. I teased her that she had given me a fake name since she was actually Nuttawadee, scolded her pesky uterus a few times before asking for a kiss. She bashfully refused, only to give me a tight peck on the cheek as I turned my head in show of mock dejection.
[B]One thing to note for fellow punters[/B] is that the cell phone usage on stage is unbelievable. I counted at least 5 who would be spending a not insignificant time on their phones fully exposed. I was a little impressed how they were able to comfortably keep the phones held in place by the thin strings of their underwear. I'm definitely adding this to my list of red flags when picking out a girl.
Three strikes, and I'm out.
[B]Damages[/B] = 1350 - 4 Singha for me, 2 Tequilas, 2 Cokes, 1 Whiskey for the staff, and a generous amount of bad luck for free.
I ascended to the highest floor and the tasteful neon signs were a cut above. The presentation here is not something I would have expected from the impression I had of the plaza after seeing the ground floor. I had locked onto [B]Billboard[/B] and my was the place fancy. A rotating carousel of girls at one end, a jacuzzi on the other end with topless girls and punters in a visible state of revelry. Great vibes all around, that was for certain. As soon as I entered, a mamasan dressed in a red and gold Chinese uniform instantly struck up a conversation welcoming me back and asking if I remembered her since she certainly remembered me. I didn't know if this was a ploy or she had had one too many mamasan drinks, but it was certainly the best reception I had had in any bar especially Baccara! I plopped myself onto an empty stool by the jacuzzi, catching the gaze of one of the topless hotties. I flashed her a wink and a smirk and she responded in kind- my night was FINALLY beginning to turn around I thought. None of the jacuzzi girls were to my taste, so I swiveled my chair to the carousel instead. The idea of a carousel is brilliant, allowing everyone to get a good view of the merchandise without having to change seats or take a lap of the bar. I spotted a Butterly tattoo on the shoulder of someone who looked good to me. It was only she who consistently caught my 3 over 3 revolutions and that was the amount of time I needed to decipher her badge number. I flagged down my long lost mamasan and moved over to a booth to get a little more intimate. She was fun and really confident. We danced a little after she too apologized for not drinking alcohol. When I brought up bar fine, I learned of a strange system at Billboard where LT bar fines cost more than ST bar fines- 1000 and 700 respectively. She agreed to 6 k for LT and I confirmed that meant the next morning, so as to not be surprised like I had been with my Baccara girl.
*[B]Damages[/B] = 1745 - Bar fine, lady drink, beer, and a drink for the mamasan with a clairvoyant memory.
Back at my room, she like almost every other girl before her had to check her weight after the shower- 46.6. That's my cue to pick her up of course. She had set her boundary of not wanting me to go down on her early. On the taxi ride over, she had kept her nose covered because of the smell, so I figured she was picky about these things and CIM was likely off the table. She told me she wanted to [I]play[/I] with me as she pulled out a bottle of Durex play from her bag. Her blowjob was very sensual and she straddled me and rode me for a couple of minutes before turning to reverse cowgirls and going to work! And work she did, pounding away for over 10 minutes with a consistent rhythm as I watched her love juices trickles down my little friend, punctuating it with a spank every now and then. We did missionary for a while and then doggy, before the condom began to dry as usual. Unfortunately bareback was definitely off the table today, and I hadn't replenished my stock of condoms. I was perhaps a little too overconfident after my previous few successes, and should have had a backup plan. She gave me a very long handjob before I tried to negotiate for bareback again, still no dice. She also wanted me to come, so we settled on a blowjob but without the ideal finish. Throughout our session, she had brought up her hunger a few times, but that she wanted to eat afterward. I had fully decided to order her some room service, but was a little more hesitant knowing that I couldn't penetrate her the rest of the night because of my poor planning. She asked if I liked Pizza in the shower and I responded no. When we got out she said she would go out and eat and I could sleep, so I reneged to ST and she accepted. Thinking about it sober, this may have been a soft invitation for me to accompany her and I could have possibly bought more condoms (if a 24 h store is a thing here), but at 3:30 AM I was just tired and despite our session, enough had gone wrong this night that I wasn't in the mood to do anything other than pass the fuck out. I pulled out 3 k for her and helped her pick the location on grab before letting her out and collapsing on my bed.
[B]Total Damages[/B] = 6275 for a very long night. Fuck it! Fuck you! And happy fucking!
Star of Light. PERMANENTLY CLOSED
Someone even posted a photo of their shutters down of Google maps 2 days ago. I couldn't find meet the world on Google Maps either.
19 Jan. Patpong - Bada Bing and King's Castle
Time to see the venture into the oldest of the punter's playgrounds. I got there a lot quicker than I had first anticipated taking the BTS and changing over at Siam. At first I ended up taking a wrong turn only to be greeted by a rather loud drag show that had quite a lot of attention. Walking down this lane, I saw a number of other bars with performers dressed in drag and a lot of signs advertising gay nights and the like. It was very interesting to witness, and even though it's not my cup of tea, it's nice that the big mango caters to everyone's appetite. Inclusivity is something I can definitely get behind (no homo). Walking ahead, I saw a small sign with scrolling red neon letters advertising XXX bar and all I saw was a row of shutters. This couldn't be the way to Bada Bing I thought, but when I took a second look I saw a BB sign and thought maybe it was indeed. I was in fact mistaken and it was Fetish Bar. They invited me in when I waited for a tuktuk to pass the tight alleyway. Walking down further, I saw a few more bars scattered about and taking a brief glance inside, most looked rather lifeless. I think the biggest disadvantage that Patpong faces is it's layout. Nana and Cowboy and have most establishments worth visiting very close to one another which makes it very convenient for the majority of people in contrast to the branching small lanes of Patpong.
Entering [B]Bada Bing[/B], I saw that it was largely devoid of customers at 10 PM. There were all of 2 others seated watching the 6 or 8 girls on stage. There were an equal number of girls seated on couches or by the bar, either glued to their phones, munching on a plate of food or sucking down on their vapes. There were one or 2 who seemed passable, but I really wasn't digging the atmosphere. The DJ was doing a surprisingly good job even thought most of it the tracks were hip-hop, which isn't really my thing. The drinks were by far the cheapest I have had so far at 155 baht. One of the girls was giving it her all, even making solid eye contact and flashing me a wink, but I just politely refused and sauntered off to King's Castle.
When I took a turn, I heard a hawker trying to get my attention, which I simply ignored. The street I entered next had the more stereotypical tourist vibe. I saw a pair of gentlemen walk into a bar that read King's castle, but it didn't look like a doorway, so I decided to turn the corner instead. An older overweight woman beckoned me inside one of the bars, and even pointed out the girls who could keep me company. Since there seemed to be a decent number of girls available and reading [B]King's Castle[/B] over the doorway, I decided to enter. There were a far few patrons here, and I saw the papasan bring the bill for my Singha. There was a row of girls on standing and swaying on stage as usual, but also a row of girls seated on the edge of the stage. It took me a while till I found the only girl I liked in the bar. She was a veritable cutie, but since there were no number badges here, I had to point and explain. Mamasan pull out a green laser pointer and ran used it to confirm my selection. After confirming, she continued moving the glowing green dot across my girl's chest. The laser pointer was also used to get the girl's attention interestedly enough. Noey joined me and ordered a shot of Tequila. She was a ball of fun, and after doing the basic questions that everyone asks, we moved onto our tattoos. She explained to me where she's from and that she had only been working there 3 days. She quizzed me on my Thai and even taught me a new word "Sung Cho", which means "cheers". I ordered her another tequila and one for myself as well this time before bringing up the bar fine. Apparently she wasn't available for that. I had always been under the impression that all girls on stage would be available. After my previous experience at Rainbow, I might have to start asking the mamasan before she brings the girl over. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get it across in the noisy environment of the bar, but it's better than wasting money on lady drinks and warming up the girl, when there's no endgame to be had. Both Noey and the mamasan kept pointing out a bunch of girls that I could take home, but I jokingly told her that she was the unfortunately the only girl I liked. Mamasan one upped me by offering herself, to which I did my usual of hamming up that she was too spicy for me to handle. I continue to chat up Noey for 5 or 10 more minutes planning to just bounce and look for another bar once my time with her ran up. Intermittently mamasan would point out other girls, who for the most part were not to my liking. Eventually there was a girl who had somewhat caught my eye before Noey. She wasn't a definite yes, but certainly fuckable. Just like on another instance in the past when I thought I might like a girl, I motioned for her to stand and after she did that, I motioned for her to twirl. The previous time I had asked a girl to do this in Rainbow 5, I had to politely decline, but this time I patted to the seat beside me. She came over, but Noey stayed. I bought the new girl a drink and continued to chat up Noey. It felt quite nice having a girl on each side. After maybe another 5 or 10 minutes, Noey asked me if I would buy her a third drink to which I playfully told her not if she wouldn't do the bar fine, playfully suggesting I'd buy her more than just a lady drink. She then rose, but I asked her to sit back down. She gave me a quizzical look, before sitting down unsure of what I intended. I simply gave her a firm kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass to dismiss her back to the stage. Mamasan came over to ask if I wanted to buy another lady drink, but I decided to cut to the chase and pay the bar fine. Hands down the cheapest bar fine at 500 baht, but the new girl didn't do LT. Mamasan assured me ST could be for 2-3 hours. The new girl promptly got up and went to change. She had been silent the entire time she was seated beside me, so since the cab ride to my hotel was longer than usual, I would have to warm her up along the way. She returned in an oversized sports Jersey (it looked like American Football style with large numbers stenciled across the front). The finished her coke after mamasan translated what I had asked and I escorted her out.
Outside the street was almost barren, but there was a hawker beckoning me to come and watch a ping pong show. I have never quite understood the appeal of such a thing, but I suppose it would have been much more popular to those who haven't been spoiled by the internet. Sating that morbid curiosity is now nothing more than a search away at our fingertips and we need not go out of way to witness the bizarre and wonderful when we can kill a few minutes in transit instead. We walked past another "King's Castle" and glancing back I saw another sign, so I was left perplexed at the prevalence of this sign. Stopping briefly, so as to not ruin someone's photo of a truck that had been converted into a mobile barber, we got to the main road with motoring traffic. My grab had been booked, so I refused the eager taxi drivers who undoubtedly smelled blood in the water, denying them the meat they were craving. After a minute, she pulls out her phone, which I thought was a little rude, but then she points the screen at me and I read google translate telling me she doesn't know English. This was certainly an interesting turn of events. I would now have to think of how to warm up a girl with whom I could not verbally communicate in a broken manner. I was up for the challenge and this would be an altogether new and uncommon experience. Since her phone only had a Thai keyboard, I pulled out my phone for google translate to tell her that I didn't speak Thai. She nodded in understanding, and I responded "My Low", which got her to let out a soft giggle. My taxi driver had gotten lost despite the grab app having a built in GPS, so when the driver called, I handed the phone to my girl who explained to her where we were. When we were in the car, I realized that I didn't even know her name. I could ask, but the thought of being with a girl without knowing each other's names or anything else about each other tickled my degenerate senses.
Paying only 104 baht to the taxi driver, I guided my girl's hand to my arm and gently guided her across the foyer and lift lobby. I found I was able to communicate physically with her fairly effectively, so more or less decided to refrain from uttering a single word the rest of the night, letting body language me my means of communication. I kissed her in the lift and once again in my room, when she was seated on the bed. Gently kissing her as I undressed both her and myself, I moved to kiss the rest of her body, making my way to her honey pot, but DATY was off the table. I then lay down intending for her to perform oral on me instead, she suddenly looked hesitant. I thought she may be looking for a condom, so I cut off that avenue by rolling her back onto her back and getting on top of her, placing my friend pressed firmly at her entrance. In retrospect, she may have been trying to tell me that she wouldn't go down on me and wanted her phone or perhaps use her phone to ask me to put on a condom. I continued kissing her mouth, cheeks, ears and neck, as I teased her entrance with my little friend. Slowly penetrating her, we engaged in missionary before I switched to doggy and finishing inside her. I got some tissues from the bathroom and she then walked to the shower and I followed her. I gently bathed her, and I feel like she was very comfortable following my lead, judging by the broad grin I received after washing her. She then proceeded to wash me happily in reciprocation. Stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she pointed to my weighing scale. She weighed in at 44.0 kg even, but wanted to the know the weight class of her opponent that night too motioning for me to step on the scales. As a result of my 4 k Korean BBQ meal and plenty of beer, I was up to 70 kg. I pinched the fat around my midsection and pouted sadly to elicit another chuckle before I picked her up and kissed her in my arms tenderly. Feigning to toss her on the bed, then gently laying her down, I then proceeded to kiss her gently. I pulled her under the covers, undid the towel, and kissed her breasts before I got on to continue foreplay. This time it was was a lot harder to get the physiological response needed for penetration and applying gentle pressure only made her grimace ever so slightly. After trying for a little while, I decided to use the trick I learned from another one of girls from this trip. I spat into my left hand, oiled my pistol and entered her with ease. After some time in missionary, I motioned for her to get on top. Unfortunately she had dried up once again, but that didn't stop her from gingerly attempting to milk me in the smallest of strokes. I pulled out and used some more of my spit as lube. Once she was a little tired, I pulled her in close to help her from below and she followed my rhythm, our pelvises moving in unison. Flipping her over to doggy, I fucked her for quite a while before firing inside of her once again. We showered again and when we got out she reached for her panties. Having been thoroughly satisfied, I walked over to the chair where I had flung her t-shirt and bra and helped her get dressed. Once she was dressed she pointed to me and motioned to put on a t-shirt. I normally don't get dressed while the girl is still in my room, but this time I put on a pair of boxers. She then asked me my name. For a second a felt a little dismay that this encounter would be anonymous no longer, but I answered her and asked for her name as well. Names didn't detract from the experience at all and in fact, I don't recall her name since I got asked for it as an afterthought. She then asked me my age and told me she was 20. All this conversation was whispered hoarsely and awkwardly in English, which surprised me. She then pointed to my boxing gloves and asked me, but didn't understand a word of my response, so those were probably the only 2 lines of English she had learned and she now felt confident enough to try them out on me. I used google translate to tell her that I box and I was learning Muay Thai in Thailand. Google translate told me she likes to cheer football. She then pointed to herself and said, " Argentina". I pointed to myself and responded, "Germany". I used my phone to mention that Argentina had won and she then nodded and with a broad grin just said,"Messi". Struggling to converse fluidly, she just said "hansom" while looking down at her feet before grabbing her phone again to tell me that "she'll be back". Figuring that this was just Google translate doing a poor job of telling me she had to leave, I escorted her to the door, making sure to give a few deep kisses before she left.
All in all, arguably the most tender and most GFE I've had so far. Also the best value for my money! Patpong may be worth another visit.
Until next time, fuck you, and happy fucking!
*[B]Total Damages[/B] = 4,825 - 3 Singha + 1 Tequila for me, 3 Tequila for then girls, Bar Fine, ST with BBFS CIP x2 and a healthy dose of GFE.
