September Road Trip, Part 13
This is one of a series of reports from the Philippines and Thailand. There's one in this section under Other Cities (from Udon Thani) and a bunch over in the Philippines under General Info, in case you're interested.
THE NIGHT I DIDN’T GET LAID IN Pattaya
My ability to strike coal in a gold mine amazes me. The night before last was one of the most exasperating of my life.
Around 8 p. M. , I met a girl at PJ’s (or PJ, s, as their sign insists), a beer bar on Second Road roughly across from the Lek Hotel. Her name was Aern, which she spelled before pronouncing. She was a little older, around 30, but quite pretty, easy to talk to, taller than average and with a trim figure and great rack. We hit it off. Since I wanted to prowl the Walking Street a-gogos before getting down to business, I paid her 300 baht barfine but said I’d come back to collect her later.
Which I did. I strolled Walking Street for the parade of eye candy and inspected the merchandise in several dens of display and desire (‘What’s Up’ being the best of my tour). Then, suitably aroused, I head back to collect Aern. We had a drink – Sprite for me and apple juice for her), chatted a bit, and I suggested going back to Walking Street. I should have just taken her back to the condo.
Aern wanted live music, so we stopped at ZAB near the head of Walking Street, where the band was not bad, and had a couple of drinks. We left when the Elvis impersonator took over. He was pretty bad – an Eastern European, I guessed – who sounded almost nothing like Elvis, especially when he talked, and who chose his songs from the worst of The King’s repertoire. We stopped in at the Beach Club, which managed to make bare breasts and bare bottoms under their skirts almost boring. Then we went to Lucifer’s disco.
We had a drink in the outer bar, then plunged into the maelstrom of the disco proper when the band took a break. We started dancing but it was, as always, very crowded, so we moved back to the outer bar. On the way, one of the customers knocked my drink out of my hand, spilling sticky Sprite all over my arms and pants. The band was back and we grabbed a table but sat for only a short time. Soon, we were up and boogie-ing. We must have danced for an hour.
We were having a good time, and I was enjoying Aern’s sexy dancing. I was ready to go when she ran into a friend and her date and asked to stay for another drink. Okay, I said, one more. Finally, the other couple left and I pried her out onto the street, ears ringing from the loud music.
We were cutting through one of the side streets toward Second Road when she got a phone call. After a moment, with an apologetic look, Aern walked off a distance to talk in private. Another guy, I assumed. Okay, I don’t own her, I’m only renting. When she came back, she asked if we could go back to her bar. A good friend had arrived, and she wanted to see her. That wasn’t what was in my mind, but I agreed, trying to be nice. It was around 12:30 by this time.
At the bar, we sat down and were joined by several of the other girls. I bought drinks. After chatting briefly – I was unclear if one of the girls was the ‘friend’ – Aern excused herself to go upstairs to see The Friend. The music was too loud to carry on much conversation, so I amused myself by watching the passing people and the girls dancing on the bar counter. Aern returned after about 15 minutes and sat with me for a while. Then another phone call and back upstairs she went. The friend was having problems, she said.
Now, I’m a reasonably sympathetic guy, but the situation was starting to bug me. I was working up a head of steam of the wrong kind. It was nearly 2 a. M. Now. I set a mental deadline of 2:10 and decided if she wasn’t back I would leave. Maybe I’d take one of the other girls, a couple of whom were looking better and better.
Aern made it back just before time ran out. "Let’s go, " I said, emphatically. I paid the tab – 630 baht! Because Second Road traffic runs the other way, and we were a long walk from South Pattaya Road, we took a taxi. After we were rolling, I noticed that despite the METER TAXI on the roof, he hadn’t turned it on. The toll would be 150 baht, I learned. Argh!
But we finally made it up the hill to the condo. As I paid the driver, Aern only got out halfway. "I’ve got to go back to the bar, " she said. "Give me your room number and I’ll be back in 30 minutes. OK? " I told her it wasn’t OK. I stalked off and, as the cab rolled away, realized I hadn’t given her my room number so she couldn’t come back even if she was actually planning to.
Riding up in the elevator, fuming, I decided to go back to the bar and reclaim the barfine. I was pissed off, you may imagine. I went back down and grabbed a baht bus. Back at the bar, I asked them to refund the barfine. "We have to talk to the girl first, " said the guy who seemed to be in charge. Or you could take another girl. Okay, I chose Nee, not as pretty but a sexy dancer. By this time, the man-in-charge had disappeared. "You have to pay another barfine, " the woman-now-in-charge said. "Come back tomorrow at 6 p. M. After we’ve had a chance to talk to Aern. " Double ARGH! But was wound up and ready for action. I agreed and paid.
Nee turned out to be a basket case. She didn’t really work at the bar or had just started – her English wasn’t very good and it wasn’t clear to me which. She had just broken up with her boyfriend the night before.
I won’t detail the next few hours, but after talk and tears and broken conversation, we finally managed some kisses, a mutual shower and some preliminary fondling that got hotter and hotter and. I woke up the next morning around 6 a. M. And realized I had fallen asleep before getting to it. I was really pissed now, although it was partly my fault. I gave Nee 500 baht and sent her packing. I caught another couple hours of sleep, got up briefly, but went back to bed, waking around noon. What a grand time!
When I awoke and had showered, I listed my options. I could head for Beach Road and look for an early honey. Or find the street with the BJ bars – can’t remember the Soi number but it’s easy to find strolling down Second Road. Or have a soapie, which I only did once on my very first visit to Pattaya. Or get a massage with a happy ending. I had a name and a location. I opted for the last, since I’d never had a real massage anyway. I headed for Jomtien, got a late breakfast, and sauntered down to the Yellow House on 6th.
Good decision. It mitigated the disaster. The girl was great, delivering a long, strong, relaxing lotion massage that ended with a great blowjob/handjob and finally, finally, finally, a wonderful release of pent-up backlog juices that she took expertly, eagerly, sensuously. Damn, it was good! I staggered out on wobbly legs and hobbled to the main road where I caught a baht bus back to the condo.
Not much to add. I’m leaving for Bangkok today at 1 p. M. I went back to PJ’s last night and, after some tactful talk, got my barfine back. Aern still hadn’t shown up. I talked to the man-in-charge from the night before. When he finally understood that I’d paid a second barfine for Nee, he refunded my 300 baht. I smiled and gave him back 100 baht, saying it was not the money I cared about but the fairness. He smiled back and pocketed the money, saying "For me? " Aern arrived just as I was leaving. I glanced at her but said nothing, just walked away. Too bad. She was cute.
I wandered around for a while, stopped in a few places, but I was more tired than horney. I had dinner and headed for Walking Street. I only went into one place. It had been sprinkling when I went in but it was raining full out when I came out. I bought an umbrella and walked up to Second Road for a baht bus up the hill. After catching up on correspondence, I went to bed. This has not been my best visit to Pattaya, I admit. I wish I had another night to help balance the bad one, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.
Before I forget, a recommendation for the Tahitian Queen on Beach Road. Nothing too bold her, but the girls were high quality. They dance on a stage down the center, and rotate off and on two at a time. The girls who come off walk around before sitting down. If you’ve been trading smiles, it’s easy to connect. It was the first bar I visited, and I wasn’t quite ready to grab one. But there was one cutie I would have taken anyway, except that she was leaving that night for a family visit. She wanted me to take her to their short-time room, but I passed. I wanted a girl to spend time with, not just a bonk. I had a second one lined up for after hours but never made it back to collect.
There’s another Tahitian Queen – TQ2 – on a side street off Walking Street. I checked it out and was disappointed. They use only a blacklight for the stage, so what you see is mostly boobs and booty in bikini. Faces are hard to discern. I told the manager they ought to alternate the black light with spots, and he acted like the idea had never occurred to him – odd, because the lighting at TQ1 is spot on, so to speak. Where the original was hopping at 6 p. M. , TQ2 doesn’t open until 8. I was the first customer, and it didn’t get much better while I was there. Maybe it takes off later. The main bar, however, is well worth an afternoon visit and probably as good or better at night.
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Pattaya Hotel, Nirvara Place Resort
Requesting info on this hotel in Pattaya.
Has anyone recently stayed there?
U.S. Uniform Code of Military Justice
[QUOTE=LittleBigMan]Opebo,
Not speaking for the military, you don't think for a minute that they are in Pattaya to see the elephants? The military is there regardless of what country for whatever period of time to f--k themselves silly. This is a real stretch but I wouldn't be surprise Colin Powell didn't get a piece of ass in Pattaya when he started his military career.
They might preach God, but when you come to Thailand it's about the pussy nothing else.
LBM[/QUOTE]
Articles 134-138 covers this:
Note: The following subsection (2) was added by President George Bush, via Executive Order # 12473, on October 14, 2005:
(2) Patronizing a Prostitute.
(a) That the accused had sexual intercourse with another person not the accused's spouse;
(b) That the accused compelled, induced, enticed, or procured such person to engage in an act of sexual intercourse in exchange for money or other compensation (Note: if the act was "compelled" on or after October 1, 2007 the offense will be charged under the new Article 120). and
(c) That this act was wrongful; and (d) That, under the circumstances, the conduct of the accused was to the prejudice of good order and discipline in the armed forces or was of a nature to bring discredit upon the armed forces."
Maximum punishment
(1) Prostitution and Patronizing a Prostitute. Dishonorable discharge, forfeiture of all pay and allowances, and confinement for 1 year.
I guess if don't get caught you can't be punished but its out there.
Slim
