20 Jan | Dollhouse (Cowboy)
[B]20 Jan[/B]
I was initially conflicted whether to hit Patpong again tonight or to try my luck at Thermae. Another report said white guys take second place to the East Asians, so I could have seen how brown guys measure up in the racial hierarchy. Unfortunately I got caught up with a long phone call and only left my hotel at 10:45 PM. I felt Patpong was a touch too far and I felt striking out at Thermae would leave me very little time for a backup at Nana or Cowboy. Plus it looked like Therma was a bit of a walk from either Nana or Asok BTS and my sweat may have made me a less attractive option for the Freelancers, so Thermae was shelved. I settled on Cowboy and I would hit either Crazy House, Dollhouse or Cowboy 2 allowing my whim to guide me. As I entered [B]Dollhouse[/B], I saw a curtain and a staircase. Feeling like I was in a CYOA book, and unsure whether the quality was upstairs, I took a peek behind the curtain. There was a decent crowd and this was the first venue where I saw fully nude girls. The girls made a point to spread their legs often and squat so that no one was in doubt. I was ushered onto a stool by the bar and handed a menu. Draft beer for 95 baht a mug is another reason I would recommend this bar to fellow punters. Next to me was an older gentlemen who was being thoroughly entertained by 3 of the nude girls. I felt like asking for the one in the center to join me, but she only had eyes for the older man beside me and I didn't have the heart to try and steal another man's target after having had that done to me twice already. I sipped my beer and scouted the stage for potential talent. The non nude girls were dressed in sexy football kits with some football match going on the screen above us on the second floor, visible to us thanks to a cutout in the ceiling. There was a single nude lady on a separate solo circular stage to the side as well. It took a while before I found a target. Dressed only in her glasses, she appeared to exude a shy vibe. After giving her some consistent eye contact, she asked if I was interested. She then gave me an update to how much time she had to remain on stage till she could join me. 5 minutes. 3 minutes. Then all the nude girls pulled on their short little black dresses and made their way off the stage. I lost sight of my girl, until I felt a firm hand envelope me from behind. Suppressing my 'fight' instinct, I turned around to meet Ploy, my first ploy. She sat beside me on the stool and ran the usual questions before asking if I would buy her a drink. She seemed to have too much energy, which felt like a red flag, but she sat on my lap and changed my mind real quick. After ordering her drink, she led me to the couch and truly showed me what she could do. Kissing me, giving me a lap dance, while I played with her clit, sliding my hand to fondle her breasts from behind, pull her tits out for a snack after I turned her around. Her clothing option was beyond optimal and more bar girls should follow this Dollhouse dress code imo. While conversing, she told me that she was an engineering student and came here to make some extra money since she didn't have a boyfriend. She asked me for another drink and asked whether I would buy the mamasan one and pleaded her case. Feeling in a somewhat generous mood, I gave in after visibly giving it some thought. Brought up the bar fine and she hurried off to change as I settled my bill. I paid around 2000 baht for the bar fine, but I don't remember exactly how much the bar fine was. She was only interested in ST, but I couldn't bring up the cost or time before she scurried away. HUGE MISTAKE!
She returned in a much longer black dress, and we got a taxi back to the hotel. She was definitely the tallest girl I had ever been with, only a couple of inches shorter than me. Some DFK in the lift prompted her to spot the camera in the corner, to which I responded by turning to face the camera and give them a little performance unabashedly. I don't recall how it came up, but I ended up carrying her from the lift to the door. Reaching our destination, she painfully remarked that she must be heavy and I responded by squatting her a couple of times and saying,"not really". We showered and she gingerly told me 7 k for no condom in response to my phallic teasing. Once we got out she asked me to draw the curtains. How a girl that literally dances buck naked on a stage is embarrassed by not having the curtains drawn on the 23rd floor in the middle of the night is a mystery to me. As I turned back around I saw her checking her weight just like every other girl. 52.4 kg. My biggest catch fishing in Bangkok waters. After some heavy foreplay, we began the negotiation. I was ready fro 7 k, but she now added a surcharge for the finish- 10 k for CIP and 8 k for CIM. I wouldn't bite and just continued with foreplay, to which she pulled me up and had me enter her confirming CIM.
Going down on her, she could only tolerate a couple minutes before arching back getting down to the main course. She would arch her back in an exaggerated fashion after a few minutes of the ole in and out. This repeated for multiple cycles and was quite frustrating. I switched to doggy and she started getting frustrated that I wasn't finishing. She blew me for a while because she was tired, but this was the toothiest blowjob I've received since my first girlfriend. I did not expect this from someone who does this for a living. She tried a handjob, but it was more like she was trying to uproot my penis like a root vegetable. She went to the bathroom and when she returned we just lay down for a time. I thought I'd give her a chance to rest. We conversed a little bit and she became a lot more vulnerable, admitting she wasn't really an engineering student. She was suffering from some PMS with breast soreness. Then she suddenly got up and start getting dressed, which stupefied me since I had yet to finish. She then informed me that she told the bar she would return in 2 hours otherwise she would lose 3 k. She blamed me for not finishing, saying, "Lady no like slowly". She clearly wanted a one pump chump, but I decided this was a good time to renege. I initially thought of giving her 5 k, which was still a lot for ST, but I thought deducting 2 k for not finishing was too harsh, so I offered her 6 k. She said "Up to you" and she disappeared into the night.
I decided to call an outcall service for a BJ. Body Bliss said none of the available girls would do CIM or even BBBJ. That was probably a lie, since one of the girls offered gave me a BBBJ the last time I had booked her. They were probably just tired and didn't want to put up with my questions. I chose [B]Sensual Massage[/B] because when I asked them about BBBJ and CIM, they said I could negotiate with my masseuse when she arrived, which sounded like they just didn't want to say that she did, so even though it was slightly more expensive than Body Bliss I made a booking. She arrived in 25 minutes later, showered, and gave me a massage in her underwear. The massage was pretty good, but I had forgotten the feeling of disappointment when you see that your provider doesn't match the photo. I have officially been spoiled by Gogos! She removed her bra and I felt the unnaturally firm pressure of her fake breasts on my back. I turned over and she oiled my pistol before pulling out a condom. I asked for BBBJ, but she said no. At this point I was too tired, and all I wanted to do was finish and pass the fuck out. She didn't need to work too long for me to fill the rubber, but to her credit she kept up the pace the entire time I was climaxing. We both showered, I paid her and collapsed in bed.
*[B]Total Damage[/B] = A little under 11,000 - 3 Draft Beers, 2 Lady Drinks, 1 Mamasan Drink, unfinished ST. BBFS, 60 min massage with BJ.
Patpong early on a Saturday, January 2023
Walked through Patpong 1 on Saturday night, around 8 pm, on my way to somewhere else. It was very quiet. The night market was working on the Surawong Road end of Patpong 1, the far end from Silom Road. The night market covered maybe one third of Patpong 1 and there were maybe a quarter of the number of stalls there used to be and only a few customers. Three or four of the bars showed signs of opening but just one or two girls in their uniforms were about and it was very quiet.
21 Jan | Patpong. MtW, XXX, Black Pagoda, The Strip | Nana. Geisha
My last night in the big mango was certainly going to be a long one. Having been enticed by the descriptions for MtW and SoL from the veterans, I boarded the BTS at 3 PM. I was almost certain SoL would be shuttered since Google Maps said it was 'Permanently Closed' and the someone had uploaded an image of its shutters. I wasn't sure about MtW since it wasn't listed on Google Maps, but it was my backup plan. If both were shut, I decided that I would spend some time at the Patpong Museum before figuring out where to get my rocks off. Thank to [B]11Bravo[/B]'s excellent directions, I was able to find [B]Meet the World[/B] even easier than following GPS. The bars were all deserted with only 1 or 2 stragglers here and there. Young men were pulling equipment to set up their stalls for the evening and bartenders were sitting idly just shooting the breeze. I saw a number of bars advertising 'Hot Boys' and 'Gay nights', so I think that might be the future of Patpong. I couldn't spot Star of Light, but did see the Meet the World sign on the second floor as I was strolling the street below. There were 2 ladies dressed in red sitting outside with the door to the bar closed. Was I about to witness my first debaucherous orgy? No, there was literally no one inside. I asked the mamasan for a Singha ands asked if I would like to buy the ladies a drink. I asked her if anyone else was working, but it was only those 2. Neither were to my taste frankly, but feeling obliged to experience one of the classic punter haunts, I took up mamasan's offer of a 2 lady discount.
No sooner had I accepted, that Vivian shoved her tongue down my throat and Emmy began trying to undo my belt. I found it funny that Vivian introduced herself as V and mamasan had to interject with Vivian. Clearly these were the names chosen to accommodate the Western mongers who dominated the scene in the past. Both ladies were over 30 and at least 1 of them was almost certainly older than me, but we were all naked in a matter of seconds. The girls alternated going down on me while the other would sit on the sofa to kiss me. After maybe 5 minutes, I finished in Vivian's throat. This was definitely the deepest CIM, I've experienced in Bangkok so far. As we sipped on our drinks, the girls asked if I would be ready for round 2. This was a nice change of pace compared to most places where I have to ask and often be refused a second shot. They both began blowing me once again and while fingering them, I found Vivian to be exceedingly wet. I then asked them to fuck me and mamasan it would be 1500 per girl, but that's a great deal for BBFS. They both took turns riding me while I kissed the other or suckled on their breasts. Unfortunately the couch made the cowgirl position less than ideal. The girls then both knelt on the floor to suck off my little friend. I had one on my cock and the other on my balls, before I had them switch. At one point they sandwiched my cock between their lips and the visual was pretty great! Emmy then motioned for me to get off of the couch and then bent over using the couch for support as I fucked her doggy style and Vivian stood by my side to kiss me. Finishing inside was OK, so I didn't hesitate to plant my seed. As we sat down, Emmy told me she was 4 and I was 2. I don't know if she meant that was the scoreboard for our orgasms since I don't think I'm that good. Sitting back down on the couch, mamasan asked if I'd like another round of drinks and I agreed. I just wanted a little anticlimax to a fantastic threesome experience. We conversed a bit with mamasan acting as the translator. 'Sui Mai' and the Isan equivalent 'Nyam Bo' were added to my dictionary. There were quite a few other words I learned, but they have since evaporated from my mind. Aside from 'Pum Pui' which Vivian said pinching her love handles. It meant she felt felt to which I grabbed my belly fat and said "Same Same". Emmy wanted in, so turned her ass to us, spanked it and said "Put Pui". I found myself beginning to understand body language and tone, and so the gibberish that was once the Thai language had now been demystified to me. Mamasan and both girls asked me for round 3, but I just joked that junior had gone to sleep even making a show of trying to wake him up. Emmy massaged my legs while we chatted some more before eventually getting dressed and clearing my bill. Mamasan had asked for a tip and I gave her the 100 baht I would have gotten as change, but I jokingly clarified that this wasn't a tip, it was my payment for her translation services. Mamasan even told me to recommend the bar to others, but the writing's already on the wall. I give it 6-24 months before it shuts, which I predict will be the case for most Patpong bars. It's a shame since this was one of the best experiences I had had and close to the cheapest too. If this was the mongering scene of years past, I understand why veterans feel it has been besmirched. The only audience I had today was the mamasan, and it was a shame that no new customers had walked in on the scene, since that would certainly have added to the experience. If only my insatiable degeneracy had been privileged to experience it when the hottest girls were following this business model.
*[B]Damages[/B] = 6,000 = 1000 + 1000 for the BJ round, 1500 + 1500 for the sex round, 900 for 2 Singha and 4 lady drinks and 100 for Mamasan Translate.
There was another lady sitting outside as I left who noticed all the makeup that had been transferred to my face and called Vivian to clean me up. I then patrolled the street a few times looking for any signs of life from Star of Light, but alas there is literally no trace of it left. I proceeded to the Patpong Museum to kill some time and plan my next move. I grabbed a couple drinks at Paddy Field and ordered a Cheese Steak Sandwich, but after waiting quite a while I was served with Cheese Sticks. I tried to ask the staff were Kikyo was since I had heard it served some great Japanese food, but they did not understand a word of what I was saying. I noticed Woodland had a restaurant section, so I decided to fuel up here instead. Not quite the veteran's lime soda, but I hadn't eaten since the night before.
Next stop - [B]XXX Lounge[/B] There were 6-8 girls on stage, but it was clearly still too early in the night. Girls were slowly trickling in to start their shifts as I sipped on my Singha. I went outside a couple times to see the Tiger performance for Chinese New Year. None of the girls looked good, so I headed back out deciding to take a look at the night market and possibly buy a few souvenirs.
I still felt the night was too young, so followed one of the people advertising the [B]'Ping Pong' show[/B]. The dwarf took me up a flight of stairs and an eager mamasan called a lineup instantly. None were too my liking and this wasn't why I followed the little man, so he then took me to a neighboring location. The man at the entrance asked me for 500 baht and I balked. He said that the girls are fully exposed and I simply responded I could pay that as a bar fine, for which I would get to do more than just look. I offered 200 and we settled on 300. He commented about the 'small boy' who had brought me over and I laughed saying he was a small man. I suppose his size was supposed to evoke the sympathy garnered from witnessing child labour. The Singha inside cost me 200 baht, so this place was designed as a ripoff. The show was what I expected it to be- 2 heavy set women, 1 of whom was well in her 40's performed the tricks that everyone the world over has heard about. They had hired 2 slightly more attractive girls as eye candy backdrops. They are very sensitive to phones and just pulling mine out to respond to text messages had both the performer and the manager tell me 'No Photos'. Texting may have been a mistake, since at one point I was punished for taking my eyes off the stage with one of the women spraying water out of her vagina and me being front and center acting as the splash guard for those seated behind. There were a large number of tourists in attendance and the scene of 30 or so run of the mill, salt of the earth Belgians watching the Thai women do these bizarre acts for the amusement made me realize its exploitative nature. Had the performers been happier to perform or had onlookers been more interested, it may not have rubbed me the wrong way. The ladies would intermittently walk around with a tray for tips, but once they began repeating the acts, I decided it was time to leave. Something to cross of the bucket list, but a lackluster experience that I would advise others to avoid. The manager wanted to try and milk some more money out of me and was trying to take the to a different location, probably the same MP I was taken to by the dwarf. He never had the chance since one of the Belgians attempted to tackle me on the stairs even though we weren't playing football. The narrow stairs and alcohol were clearly a poor combination, but I didn't think anyone would be inebriated enough to not look down so early in the night. Asking if he was ok, I bounded down the stairs just because the lady at the bottom told me come down slowly. The contrarian in me could not comply with such a directive.
*[B]Damages[/B] = 500 - Ping Pong Show, 1 Singha + how much it'll cost to wash the secretions out of my clothes.
I then strolled to [B]Black Pagoda[/B] where a couple of young, white guys had informed me there would be a rap / reggae party later that night. I walked upstairs and grabbed a seat by one of the poles. There was a girl feeling cold and looking a little sad on the couch to my right. I decided to tease her playfully and then invited her over for a drink. She was quite cute, but looked a lot older than she was was. I had guessed 29 when she asked me, but she corrected me that she was 21. She had an ugly scar running along her right breast and she told me it was from removing her silicone. She then showed me the scar under her left breast. The surgeon who had inserted the silicone implants did a decent job, but whoever pulled them out most certainly did not. I inspected her tattoos as well, commenting on those artists who had done a good job and those who had not. She had a classical ceasearean section scar, which confused me and I commented on the fact that those weren't common anymore. We then moved to the back of the bar closer to the DJ and rapper, whom I was surprised to find was a white guy despite belting out bars in fluent Thai. I had decided that I wouldn't be taking this girl home, but she was good for a conversation. She offered me the 'Tequila Package' - 6 shots for 900 baht. Since I had been drinking for several hours already, shots would probably only end badly, so I refused. She told me she would only do ST because she had to get home to her child, I refused another lady drink and she excused herself telling me she would return. I decided this was a good time to leave. At the bottom, the same white guy who had invited me earlier offered me some weed. I decided to buy some edibles since I hadn't had them before and the few times I tried to buy them from other stores, they had already sold out. He was Austrian, so I brushed off the 4 lines of German I still remembered from High School. We chatted a little before I looked for another bar.
*[B]Damages[/B] = 560 - Beer and Lady Drinks (I think 2 each, but don't remember too clearly).
I had been told about [B]The Strip[/B] while in the Patpong Museum since the owner owns both establishments. No sooner was my Singha served that a grumpy mamasan asked me which girl I wanted from the stage. I told her no one had caught me eye yet, so she called for a line up. There was one very busty girl who was cute, who I chose. The lady drink was absolutely tiny and she was asking for another one in hardly a few minutes. The system seemed reminiscent of Baccara and since the girls had no sense of rhythm, nor did I have any chemistry with her, I refused the second lady drink. She was instantly and very visibly saddened. A few of the girls on stage even consoled her when she returned to the stage. Compared to the other establishments I had visited on Patpong, this was the outlier, adopting the more aggressive tactics that might pass on Cowboy. In Patpong however, where the drinks and bar fines tend to be so much cheaper, it's a little excessive especially since the quality of girls is no different.
*[B]Damages[/B] = 380 - 1 Singha, 1 Lady Drink.
Walking up and down Patpong 1 and 2, I had seen 2 King's Castles. 1 of them has the girls dressed in red and was where I had been bamboozled by the coyote the last time. The other dresses their girls in black and I decided that it would be my last stop and I would try and find someone there. After The Strip, I was feeling very full and I could imagine ordering another beer. There was another dragon performance happening outside Thigh Bar that had drawn a crowd, so I decided to watch and hopefully deflate a little. I couldn't help but notice how touristy the entire scene was. This was no longer a scene for punters, but the average Joe, his missus and maybe even the kids. If there was any doubt about Patpong's condition, this was the scene that drove home that it was doomed. Patpong is now for tourists and gays. King's castle is probably the last bastion, but most of the clientele appeared to be Thai unlike Nana and Cowboy, so I don't know if it'll be able to hold out.
Vaguely recalling that Thigh bar was also supposed to be a Gogo, I asked up to the entrance once the dragon performance had concluded, but they were charging entry and when I asked, I was told they were doing Ping Pong shows. Seeing that it was quite late, I changed my plans for King's Castle instead opting to head to Nana. I immediately headed for the top floor planning to visit Red Mandarin or Butterflies, since those were in my mind from the pictures on Stickman's blog. I landed up at [B]Geisha[/B] instead and grabbed a stool by the stage. Here too, the dancers on either end of the stage are fully nude and a few of them were lathering themselves with a loofah and some boisterous punters were giving them a spank and feeling them up now and again. I picked one of the nude dancers and headed for a couch. Once she arrived, I realized she was a butterface, perhaps horse face would be more accurate. Could I have put on the proverbial beer goggles or was this simply my undercorrected myopia? I only realized this a few minutes after ordering her drinks. Yes, she ordered Soju and Coke, which counts as 2. This has cemented my decision to instantly refuse any girl who wants 2 drinks. While I we engaged in the usual questionnaire given to all bar girls, I noticed 2 hotties giving the gentlemen in the row in from tof me a lapdance. Trying not to stare at this girl's protuberant jaw, I scanned the stage for an alternative and I asked the mamasan to call up the smug cutie with braids. Horse Face dejectedly told me she was pretty and I agreed. She then asked if she could go back to the stage and I dismissed her. I wish I had noticed the number of the girls who had left the 2 gentlemen without being bar fined. This time I was certain since I could hear the mamasan speak to them. She confidently seated herself on my lap and asked for a Soju, even letting me smell it to confirm. She was grinding and dancing and definitely had a sense of rhythm. She turned around and her hair smelled absolutely amazing! Her smirk drove me wild, so I brought up the bar fine sooner rather than later. The mamasan seated next to me informed me she wouldn't do LT and ST was 4 k with a bar fine of 1000. I had refused to buy her a mamasan drink when getting her a lady drink, so I wasn't sure if that was the reason for the higher price. When my girl walked off to change, mamasan asked me for a tip and I shook my head no. As I collected my change from the check bin, she brazenly stuck her hand in front of my face. I simply ignored her rudeness and silently organized the change into my wallet and waited for braids to return.
We walked to the Nana intersection and I took me quite a while to connect to the Bolt Taxi. I tried to flag a regular taxi and he asked for 200 LMAO. He refused to use the meter with an expression as though I had asked to Bar Fine his mother. My Bolt called and I asked braids to direct him to our location. She hurriedly waved me over to a taxi that had just stopped, but I couldn't see the cell phone stand and this raised my eyebrow. My phone began to ring and it was the Bolt. This girl had clearly gotten into some random taxi, not at all understanding about the Bolt. She was clearly not the brightest bulb in the drawer, but I wasn't paying for her intelligence. When we got down at the hotel, I was asked to pay 200 baht smh. [I]FACEPALM[/I].
We headed to my room, showered and after foreplay there was no mention of the dreaded see word, and she was wet! Bareback in a number of positions, before I started to feel all the beer I had been drinking that day. CIP and CIM were both off the table, she even refused to blow me, but I didn't mind and just painted her back and still-wiggling butt. We showered and I counted her money in front of her and deposited in there purse. She pulled it out and counted it again- my point about her IQ stands, but the smile on her face was very satisfying.
*[B]Damages[/B] = 5,970 = 2 Beers, 3 Lady Drinks, 1 BF, 1ST. BBFS.
What I was most grateful was access to cheap water at Foodland, paying 50 baht for 3 liters of water over the course of the night. I had unfortunately overlooked that Crystal was the cheapest option by a lot and paid a little extra, but it's tiny on the grand scale of my last night in Bangkok.
Another funny thing I realized while packing the next day was [B]11Bravo[/B]'s advice about carrying an umbrella to prevent rain. Since I had recently purchased condoms after Sirilak from Billboard refused bareback, all 3 boxes had been unopened. So clearly this advice applied to raincoats and umbrellas of all varieties.
Thus ends my Mango Mongering. I still need to try my luck at the Freelance bars and Kapoo Clubs, but with MPs, Soapies, Sideline, Smooci and other outcalls, Gogos, and a Gentlemen's Club under my belt, I'm quite pleased looking back. I don't know when I will return, but fuck it, fuck you, and happy fucking!
