[QUOTE=Brown Rail]Sometimes I like to go see a pussy show. Like Shawty in Low, etc, I like to see beautiful women dancing nude. Ideally the view is close and explicit. Just sit back and enjoy. It is even better if one of the girls sits with me gently rubbing my dick for a while, and of course it should be inexpensive entertainment.
This can be just what you get at second floor bars in Patpong. I have been there maybe five or six times over 15 years. Yes it is seedy. Yes the pussy smoking, blow darts/balloon popping, razor blade/flower necklace things are all tired. And yes, many of the women on the second floor are past there sell-by dates. But sometimes there are a few beautiful women, and they are so comfortable being naked that you get a great show. Sometimes I needed to go into two or three bars before I found just the right mix of pretty dancers and girls to sit with but most of the times it is entertaining.
I have read that you need to be careful, going only to the Kings or Queens bars, but I have never had a problem. That is, before this trip. I was in BKK last week and had a few evening hours to kill. I had two experiences I want to share as a warning.
The first is a basic transport scam. I had been shopping for computer bits at Pantip Plaza. I had not been in a while and on my map it looked like Patpong was just the other side of a big block. So I asked the motorcycle taxi how much. He wanted B150, which seemed too high. I tried another few and got them down to B100, which still seemed too high. I usually ignore the tok toks as they are always more than a taxi and not as efficient in traffic as a motorcycle. But this guy kept following me. Finally he said B50, so I agreed. The motorcycle drivers said something aggressive to him, and him to them, then they all laughed – I sensed something was weird, but hey. We then drove for a while and he dropped me off, I think, near Siam Square. I did not recognize it but he insisted it was just around the corner. I paid him b50 and then walked several blocks in the direction he pointed before I realized that he had only taken me half way! In fact Patpong was farther away than I had thought. It then cost me another b50 on a motorcycle to make it the other half. Live and learn. Clearly he had told the motorcycle drivers "will teach this cheap farang a lesson"
Lesson: don’t pay the driver until you are at your destination, and you are sure it is right. Lesson 2: if the drivers are laughing among themselves, they are laughing at you!
When I got to Patpong I walked around. The touts were pressing their shows with the list of sex acts. Oblivious to the old advice about Kings and Queens, as I had never had a problem before, I decided on Show Girls bar. Just to be sure I checked: the tout confirmed happy hour beers were I think b100 and no cover.
When I got up there, there were a few nude girls on strange and a few walking around. I ordered a Coke. The waitress asked me to buy her one, of course I laughed and said no. Soon one of the naked girls was snuggling next to me, feeling my crotch and asking that I buy her a coke. I asked how much her drink was, and she said same as yours. So what do you say to a cut naked girl who is holding your dick and asks for a drink that costs $3? Of course. So I ordered it and as soon as I had, coincidentally I am sure, it was her turn to dance.
There were several cute girls dancing and really letting me see all. And there were some older, fatter less attractive ones blowing out candles and shooting bananas. Others asked me to buy drinks and I declined.
After about 15 minutes with my lady still dancing I had had enough, so I asked for the bill (check bin). I had to ask a few times but after a while the mamasan came over with a bill, and it was for some B2, 500! It included an entertainment charge for B1, 000, about 5 drinks, and I don’t know what. I told her it was the wrong bill, she told me that her girls are expensive. She asked how many drinks I bought, pointing to all the half drunk lady drink glasses still laying around from before I arrived. Though the one I did order never came, I honestly said that I had ordered one. And since the price was the same as mine, I owed b200 for two drinks. I told her that the doorman had told me no cover charge. She said who told you that lady drinks were only b100, they are b300. I explained that both the dancer and waitress had said so, and – amazingly they had both by then disappeared. I think at that point she said she would take b1, 500.
So I had a decision, pay her about $40 or, if only to show you guys I was no pansy, stand on my principles and pay only what I properly owe. So upholding the ISG honor I handed her b200 and headed for the door. Of course at this point the goons came out. Fortunately it was early evening and the goons were all old women. One blocked the door with her fat body. She must have been late 50s. What she was doing in the bar is probably some sad tale. Do you think she was a hot lay 30 years ago? At that point she was just a big door stop, so I moved her. She then made some half hearted attempt at a side kick, missing me altogether. I opened the door and headed down the stairs – half expecting some empty beer bottles to hit me from behind. At the bottom I had words with the touts, but they could care less.
A walked quickly through the crowd of the night market, just in case someone was following. None were. I then ran into the touts at one of the Queens bars. He assured me that it was a good show, no cover and no [financial] monkey business. Humm. I knew I had to figure this out for you guys so up I went. There were cute girls. Naked. Shaved and furry pussys. The stupid banana show. I was waiting. I was surrounded by girls, one hold my dick. The waitress asked for my drink. How much is a coke Miss? B100? Ok. Girl opens my fly and reaches in side. Mmmm waitress comes back with my coke, puts the bill into the cup. I check, yes it is b100. Girls all ask for drinks. I ask waitress how much. She says same as your’s. I order one for the girl gently rubbing my now comfortable hard on. The drink comes, the waitress puts the bill into the cup, and yes it says b100. I enjoy the show.
Eventually the girl asks that we move from the bar back to the long couch. It is not in front of the door. She says she will blow me for b500 but I am not too interested, for health safety, in her mouth. I tell her to get some baby oil and just stroke me for a while. It was very nice, watching the show, chatting with some of the other girls, all while she gently stroked. Eventually I came. Then the bill came: b200. No surprises. Nice!
But I am still unsatisfied. How could the first bar have caught me so off guard? I thought I asked all the right questions before. I felt, for the sake of ISG research, I had to figure this out.
Next I went to Supper Pussy. I was super-careful to get it right this time. I asked the door men any cover? Any other charges? How much is a drink? After getting assurances and urgings to "just look" I went upstairs. I notice several guys coming out as I walk in, they are smiling. This one is smaller and a bit newer than Show Girls. But same story. A few cute girls dancing on stage – and a few I am not sure were girls at all – a few not so cute ones. Immediately a cute one sits next to me and grabs hold of Mr Happy. I ask her and the waitress how much is the drink. It is about B100. So I say yes to one. Soon the mamasan is nagging me to buy her a drink, but no. Then she wants me to take the girl to the short time room downstairs. It is "only b2, 500". I tell her I am not interested, even at b1, 000. I just want to enjoy the show, buy some drinks. She leaves, coming back every few minutes to try gain. I ask her where is the receipt for my drink, and for that of the girl rubbing my crotch? "coming". Again in about 5 minutes. It is coming. Eventually I tire of the girl nagging me and get up. I take my drink and cup and go next to the stage. One of the other girls is putting ice cubes in her pussy. The girl follows, even though I ask her to go away. Then the mama again. Where are my receipts? .coming, just wait. Eventually I can see there is a problem and ask for the bill. Just wait. Go to the bar. I put the b200 (my drink and the girl’s) on the bar and head to the door. It is strange as there are other customers, but they don’t seem to be afraid of putting them off. Maybe it is because I am a single foreign guy. Anyway, there is a guy blocking the door and the mamasan chasing me now, with the bil. B2, 500! What the fuck? So much for the honor among thieves. The door men said no charges, the girl and waitress said b100 per drink. I point this out. The mamasan says who said that? Where are they? Of course they have all disappeared. I told the mamasan I left the b200 on the bar. She says that is not the price. She wants b300. How silly! So I hand her another b100 and the goons open the door.
Outside I give the door man shit, but he does not care. I think head to another Kings bar and relax for a bit. After a while I try one more non-Kings bar. It is the same. This time triple check at the door. When I get there I ask how much is my drink. Then the girls come. How much for their’s? Then I order mine only. Wait for the bill. Does not come. Ask the bar tender. It is coming. Ask again. It is coming. Girls nagging me. I tell them not until I see my bill. Finally I just put b100 in the cup and go to leave. The mamasan comes over and says I owe lots. I just laugh. "What about the lady drinks, she asks? I tell her there were no drinks. She says but I spoke to the girls. LOL they were trying to get me to buy drinks. Am not going to pay for their hustling. In this bar there is no door, just stairs. I am out the door before she can organize any goons.
So I go back to Show Girls where the touts are trying to get a group of Aussies up stairs. I warn them what will happen; they move on. I wink at the tout. Then I head over to Supper Pussy where I warned off two British couples (girls were hot and my mind wandered if they my "participate".) who were about to go in. I did a bit of shopping in the night market and every time I passed one of the bars I warned of the prospective customers and gave the touts a big smile. I half expected them to do something about it but they just sucked it up. I guess if they really just want to hold you up there is no matter how careful you are you can get held up. Pretty sad.
Took a motorcycle taxi to hotel on Sukhumvit. B60. No problems.
So you have been warned!
[size=-2][b][u]EDITOR'S NOTE[/u]:[/b] [blue]I would suggest that the author or another Forum Member consider posting a link to this report in the Reports of Distinction thread. Please [url=http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/announcement-reportsofdistinction.php?]Click Here[/url] for more information.[/blue][/size][/QUOTE]In fact nothing new. Sometime ago there was a minivan with tourist police parked on the entrance of patpong warning about that. And telling tourist to call them by problems. Nowadays police gone. May be still good business for those bars. If they have 100 tourist in a month its about Thai Baht 200.000 somehow easy money for doing nothing. And despite all the warning there are still tourist and others going in and get trapped.
