breezed into pattaya last night, and was upgraded from my suite to a corner suite with more space. awesome. at least my first night was starting well, but unknown to me it would go downhill a few hours later. after a shower and change of clothes i decide to head over to my old haunt at the windmill, nasty and wild as you can find near walking street, mostly to check in on a girl from my last visit, and perhaps get some welcome-to-sin-city late evening action. nothing fancy, but i was hoping to get her to stay overnight, rather than her usual running back to the bar at 2 am nonsense. yes, i was tired.
i stopped over at beefeater steak house on soi diana and second, for a celebratory evening meal. i popped a little blue vitamin before the steak arrived, because you just know the fat in the meal will inhibit the effect later on. after an enjoyable meal i decided to walk to the windmill along second, to get my joints loosened up from the long airflight. but as soon as i walked in the bar i got a sense things were not going to go my way. not only was my previous girl absent, but her friends reported she was now unusually pum pui (fat). oh, well, i joked back to them, i'll turn her around and go doggy on her long time; pum pui is not a problem. no one got my joke, as expected, but soon new contenders for the job of welcoming me back to pattaya were magically sitting next to me, taking turns in stroking my member. a tall 19-year old with braces and a flat belly ('me no baby') was massaging my groin from the right side, doing a fair job, and getting the expected v-inspired instant response. all thoughts of now ditching the windmill and heading somewhere else began to fade, as the blood drained from my brain, heading south. then, like a jungle cat smelling a kill nearby, the mamasan appeared on my left. she knew me from my many last visits barfining several of her girls, and i knew her as a liar.
'you want her go with you? ' she motioned towards the 19-year old, who i had now relocated to my lap, and was slowly grinding her tight little ass into my groin. i had slipped a 100 note into her skirt band to increase her enthusiasm, but i was still intending to walk out soon. 'overnight, only', i said, knowing the response would be a no. it was too early to let the girls out, especially on low season in pattaya. there was a pause, and the jungle cat inched closer to me, eyes narrowing, teeth extending. 'you send her back 3am, take her short time. '. hmm. that's four hours, not a bad sweetener to the deal. the big gunga head conferred rapidly with the small gunga head (the one on my shoulders) , and someone using my vocal cords apparently said, 'ok'.
as expected, my bill included a mamasan drink that i had not ordered for her, along with a 700 thb bar fine, and a few other drinks i had actually ordered for three other barely-clothed contestants. ok, what the hell, it could be worse, and i was in no mood to argue the small stuff. i watched the 19-year old head back to get into her street clothes. time to leave, now, before i change my mind.
as we arrived at my hotel i asked her, as always, in the taxi, 'have i'd? '. she nodded.
the hotel desk clerk gave her the usual thai interrogation all girls get, as we all negotiate the border checkpoint between the road and my bed. 'name? ', he asked her, in thai. he paused, comparing her stuttered response with the i'd. 'what is your birthday? ' he asked, again in thai, staring intently at her i'd. five minutes went by, until he turned to me. after several repeated tries she still couldn't give him the same date of birth that was printed on her i'd. she muttered something about having left her "other" card at home. right. this was clearly a fake card, or she had an earlycase of alzheimer's disease. ' i looked at the girl, sighed, and also now started to consider that she may have also be borderline ****, which is not ok with me. i don't take girls younger than 19, on principle. she did seem to match her stated age when i was at the windmill, although it's true i was a little distracted at the time. but the hotel border patrol was clearly unconvinced, and would not let her into the hotel. later on, the clerk would confide to me that guests were recently getting stuff stolen from their rooms, usually by girls with dodgy cards, so the usual i'd check had been upgraded from gold to platinum level. they had even gone as far as stationing a private security guy outside the hotel door.
saddened, frustrated, but also a little relieved at the same time, i sent her back to the windmill by taxi bike, and headed out back along second. now the little head was kicking in, over-riding the head of steam built up at the anticipation of a four-hour romp with this girl. it's late, you're tired from the trip, and you still have two weeks here in pattaya, said the rational voices in my head. 'go to bed; tomorrow you can make it up'. the other voices were a little more thoughtful. 'note to self', they said. 'next time you bar fine a girl have her tell you her birthdate right off her i'd, and don't wait until you get to the hotel. '
