Found a pot of gold at Rainbow 4
I've really enjoyed my first trip to Bangkok but alas my time here is drawing to close. This is only a temporary set-back however, as I intend to move to BKK full-time within the next 6 months. But this preview of life in this crazy city has been amazingly fun. I've spent more then what I allocated for this trip however, taking my (legit) gf out all over seeing the sites, eating at expensive restaurants driving up the tab, ordering room service and so on. I was determined to come out here and live it up, and I happily declare that mission a success. Had I budgeted my funds more carefully, I might have been able to afford more trips mongering (would have loved to try an Oily massage) so if I had any regrets, it would be not monitoring my money better. But I'll learn. Next time, right?
Anyways, determined to make up for the mistakes I made my first time out at Nana, I decided to go about it a different way this time. I enjoyed an inexpensive but tasty meal at the hotel, along with a bit of drinking as well to get a proper buzz going (mongering is tough for me to do sober, I need the inhibitions lowered a bit and the beer goggles to kick in ever so slightly). Once fed, showered and buzzed (a feeling like a million bucks) I head out again. I've read somewhere that 10:30pm is a good time to go out so for me, that's magic hour. In the taxi and back to Nana.
This taxi doesn't seem to know what I really meant when I said "Soi Nana" as he dropped me off on the main street. I looked around and said I figure this out, so I hoof it down the street looking for landmarks (I remember seeing a 7/11 on the corner, so I tried to find it). Walking I go, right into what seems like another world. Soi Africa I think it's called. +Puke+ We all have a place in our home town where we wish someone would just drop a nuke and wipe that area out and that's how I feel about Soi Africa. I hope it doesn't spread. If you don't know about this place, imagine so many Arabs, Persians, and Africans walking around that you think you are in the Middle East. No offense to anyone, because I have nothing against people of those descents, but on Soi Africa you can tell its full of shady people. African hookers and guys dealing drugs, basically like a ghetto run by African mafia. I wanted out of there fast.
Luckily for me, I seem to guess correctly and now I see the 7/11 I was looking for, along with the bright lights and ladyboys of Nana (You can miss them, they literally stand at the entrance of Nana Plaza, towering over the real chicks).
I beeline back up to Rainbow 4, chuckling as I see a dude who probably doesn't know any better get pulled into Cassanova(?). Into RB4 I go, sitting right in the middle and breathe a sigh of relief. Finally.
My waitress for last time sees me and comes by with a smile. She's chatting me up this time, hand on my leg, the occasional boob rub when she needs to squeeze by (girls can get off on that by the way, I've been told that it's a subtle form of rubbing up against on someone. If a girl does it to you subtly, score 1 point for you!). She brings me my Singha and I start sipping it while I look for my selection. I'm not hear to drink, I just want to get the hottest chick I can find. And as luck would have it, there she is, the girl who I saw last time. I'm starring at her, making sure my mouth isn't too agape but my waitress sees who I'm fixed upon and asks me do I want her? I sheepishly nod Yes! and my angel comes down to sit next to me.
Wow, she looks even younger up close. She says she's 20 years old, but back at the hotel she confirms she's 19! Before you guys call me a cradle-robber, I should mention I'm in my mid-tweenties so the age gap isn't tremendous. Anyways, her she is. Tiny. Shapely. An ass that just pops straight out. Great boobs. CUTE in the face. Braces so she doesn't smile too much but they don't bother me at all. Just an epic package as far as I'm concerned. I wanted her, at any cost.
We talk about hooking up. Her English isn't great as she's only been in town for 5 months. She's new to the game. 600 B barfine and 2000 B for short time session (can anyone confirm this is the standard price?). Compared to what I paid at Spankys, the sticker shock almost knocked me out of my chair. I badly wanted long time but that's 4000 B and she didn't seem too interested in that as she has school in the morning (hot schoolgirl!). We agree on short time but I tell her I don't want to go upstairs. Short time back at my place. I'm hoping she'll get tired and will agree to long time. She mulls the offer, asks where I stay, mulls some more, obviously isn't too crazy about the idea, but I'm sweet-talking her the whole time. Finally, okay she agrees. She goes to change into her clothes and I'm sitting there kinda slack jawed and dumb. One of those "I can't believe this is really happening" moments. She comes back looking H-O-T-T, too hot actually. I'm now a bit worried about what the front desk girls at the hotel are going to think, but oh well.
In the kinda long taxi ride, I continue to try to build rapport, but I can tell she's nervous. She doesn't really open up too much. I ask her if she has facebook and she does, but I can tell she's hesitant to give it to me so I don't pressure her. I load up my facebook on my phone and show her pictures of my puppy back in the States which she seems to like. She shows me a picture of her puppy as well. I'm thinking I'm making progress here.
Arrive at the hotel, offer to buy her some food but she's not hungry. No one at the front desk at this hour, score! I try to hustle to the elevator but a security guard from down the hall waives down my little angel and she shows him her I'd or something. Not sure what that's about (anyone know?). Into my apartment which I'm quite proud of, and I offer her a drink. She says no again, she doesn't want anything. She wants to take a shower so I show her to the bathroom. She still seems nervous, which I guess is good for her own protection in general but I'm not a creep. Kinda sucks, I wanted a GFE and I didn't think I was going to get that. She tells me short time is one hour, and I hope her shower time doesn't cut into it. Fortunately she's in and out, asks me to shower but I'm already I tell her. She comes into my bed with a towel on and a tube of KY in hand. She's ready to go. Thankfully, so am I - No whiskey dick this time baby! I try to get a BJ, but she'll only do a CBJ which I pass on. I take her towel off and enter her easily (KY jelly in the house). She's tight and tiny and it looks awesome looking down and seeing me inside this little angel. I'm doing her like a rockstar, flipping her around to multiple positions. As she probably weighs 90lbs I lift her up while standing and start doing her, lowering her down, up and down, with her arms around my neck. I gently put her back onto the edge of the bed and continue the rockstar love-making. She's not too much into kissing so I'm making sure to bury my face in those awesome tities every chance I get. Come to think of it, I shouldve doggie styled her because her ass was amazing but her face was so cute, her boobies too perky, that I couldn't turn away. Her eyes were shut and she was doing these little moans throughout the session. Her toes were curled, one hand gripping the pillow, the other on my hip. Total rockstar that night I was. Man, it was great. Running out of time she asked me if I want to cum now. Okay I figure, let's bust a nutt now. I was getting worn out as it was. Fun factor I would rate a 9. Physically I would rate her a 9 as well. Personality a 5 or 6. If she was more friendly and not so nervous, and if she stayed long time with me, I might have married this chick! Just kidding.
Before she leaves, and she was gone in a flash with barely a good-bye, I manage to get her email. She hasn't responded back to me yet (it's been a couple of days) so I don't know if I'll see her again before I leave. I probably have funds for one last night of mongering before I head back to the States, and I'm thinking about checking out Soi Cowboy for the first time.
The Tale of the Spider, the Scorpion and the Kumbu
I met up with Spider916 for a beer at Bacara on Tuesday night, and let me say that a finer gentleman you shall not find. We had a great time, meeting up with a friend of his as well, who, for the sake of parity, we shall refer to as Scorpion. Together, we trolled the bars of Cowboy in search of perfection, with each of us settling for something somewhat less than that. Here is our story, from Kumbu's perspective.
I worked all day, showered, had some dinner and then off to Soi Cowboy. We met downstairs at Bacara and Spider suggested we move upstairs. I'm not usually an upstairs kind of guy, but the girls up there are more to Spider's liking. I went up, a little curious, and I was quite surprised that the girls were half-decent. There must have been 15 girls in each shift, with many hostesses bumbling around too. There were enough customers to make the bar seem somewhat full. We sat and sipped our beers and got acquainted for the next 20 minutes or so, doing the regular 'so what's your kind of gal?' thing. Out of respect to Spider, I will not share his preferred type, but you all know mine: legs, ass, and nothing else.
Spider's friend Scorpion showed up, and when you have three mongers together, you can't help but start with the philosophics of whoring. So that was fun. But I have to say I learned a lot from these two gentlemen – I am obviously a mid-level professional compared to these guys – my hat goes off to you.
It was clear that I was outclassed by Spider from the very beginning. As soon as we sat down, girls were making googly eyes with him, coy smiles, sexy little butt wiggles in his direction. And he just let all of that bounce right off him like rain in a mid-summer downpour. It soon became apparent that old Spider is a populist, in the sense that he tries his damnedest to make sure as much of the population has tasted the bounties of Arachnia. At least three dancers and two hostesses were all over him at some point, but he managed to shed himself of these unwanted advances with charm and grace. Made me look like a three-handed putz is what he did.
Scorpion was also a super player. They both knew their craft, and I dug in and decided to watch and learn as best I could. We sat there over the course of a couple of beers and critiqued each girl, considered her positives and negatives, considered the hidden potential and basically bullshitted with each other. During the course of this bullshitting, I discovered Scorpion's girl type: skinny, tall and big titties. Silicone titties are fine, just so long as they are big. And did I mention they had to be big?
We then decided that as plentiful as the product was in Bacara, none of it was to our taste. So we bailed. We made our way over to Tilac, perhaps the second most popular place in Cowboy. This place has a very different feel to it and you get a very different view of the girls. It was crowded, and it was hard to find a spot that would hold all three of us, so we ended up on three adjacent stools at the end of the stage. This meant we were looking up the skirts of all the girls, which suited me just fine.
As soon as we sat down, Spider started to whisper numbers into my ear.
Spider:: Number xxx is superb – she does some nasty shit.
Kumbu: Umm, ok, xxx, check.
Spider: Oh, and that one over there, the thin one with the tattoo, she's a sweetheart.
Kumbu: Right, tattoo...thin...
Etc.
So Spider knew his stuff, and I was learning. None of us saw anything we liked here either, so on we went. Next we went to Dollhouse. As we entered, there were lots of girls on the dance floor – maybe 15? But literally 15 seconds after we sat down, Spider was murmuring to me 'the thing about this place is that it is hit and miss.'
Right you are Spider. Sometimes Dollhouse can have some spectacular talent. I was in there a week ago and I saw some very nice bodies. But tonight, there was very little to see. Scorpion hit the head upon entry, and when he arrived, he sat down and in total amazement he asks 'Where are all the dolls?' There were none. Scorpion made an extremely insightful comment to me: the three of us (Kumbu, Spider and Scorpion) were three guys who had very different tastes (I wont outline how different, and if Dollhouse cannot display a single woman who appeals to any of us three, they are doing something wrong. But it wasn't just Dollhouse – the same was true at Bacara and Tilac.
Over the course of these three bars, we must have seen a combined 80-100 naked (or semi naked) women. And not a single one of them was worthy of our picky heroes. We have become so damned spoiled that when sex is literally forcing itself upon us, we push back for ever greater levels of perfection. So just to be clear: I think this is a reflection of how picky we are, and not hos attractive the girls on display are. If you are horny, and you have not been laid every night for 30 nights, then you will undoubtedly find the pickings far more plentiful.
Eventually, we made our way into Shark, and here it is that the story finally finds some meaning. The stage was jam-packed full of girls in bright yellow attire. The variety on display was dizzying, and the quality was varied. As we entered, a girl at the entrance takes Spider's hand and walks in with us. He does not object, since she is fucking smoking hot. So it is the four of us, sitting there looking up at 30 or so semi named girls. There is a great vibe in the place, lots of customers, lots of activity, lots of potential.
Again, Spider starts to whisper tips into my ear. “Psst, that girl over there, she will do anything you ask her to.”
I must have been mad not to have taken that girl, but I was now in the process of being smitten by a dark-skinned lovely standing before me. She was significantly older than most of the other girls, and she was somewhat bland in terms of body, but we had some kind of connection going - I am not sure how to explain it. Scorpion takes a look at her and all he can say is 'That would not have been my choice, but ok.'
But you know Scorpion's type: skinny, tall and big tits. This girl had no tits to speak of, but ohmygodwhatanass. It jutted out like a brick house, I mean it was built to boggle the ass-lover's mind. Her legs were shapely, although more slender than I like, and she had a fantastically beautiful smile. So we had some chemistry, and little kumbu was beginning to awaken.
Meanwhile, a big-titted girl had moseyed over to Scorpion, and he looked to be ready to BF. He apparently had been with her many times before, so he knew exactly what he was getting. And our Spider had sealed the deal with the hostess and he was getting ready to depart. First to leave was Spider. We said our fond goodbyes, and to be honest, it was a genuine pleasure to have roamed with the man. I hope you had a good time on Tuesday night sir.
Next to leave was Scorpion – an equally gentle and informed individual with whom I was privileged to have companied that night. The rest of the story is about me and the brick house, but before that, a few words about the benefits of hunting in a pack.
I am usually the lone wolf, and most of my stories have described what it is like to be a single, brown male in a monger's paradise. But tonight I was part of a pack, and the difference was quite astounding. First of all, the power dimension seems to shift. That is, when you are alone, the girls see you are prey. They see you as easy bait, low hanging fruit, or whatever other metaphor you prefer here. And that's because you ARE easy prey. When you are alone, you have to fend for yourself and you don't get the benefits of the group.
Those benefits, as far as I can tell, are intimidation. It is far more intimidating for a single girl to approach a single guy in a group. It was visibly obvious that the girls were looking but hesitating. This was true in Bacara as well as Tilac and Dollhouse. The way this was broken was by the cunning hostess who grabbed Spider on the way into Shark. She grabbed onto him and followed him in, picking off the leader of the pack. Once that was done, it was only a matter of time before the others were picked off, one by one. I was the last to go, but that just means I was the least appealing to the girls. The intimidation factor offers a measure of protection against unwanted advances, which is great. It gives you the luxury of looking away from a girl, and not having her immediately walk over and start pestering you. Instead, it requires much more eye contact for a girl to work up the nerve to attack you. Or you can just call her over. But that's the benefit of working in a pack. However you do it though, I can guarantee you this: it will be fun.
So...on to the Brick House Ass.
a pot of gold at Rainbow 4 or iron pyrite
[QUOTE=Bolthead]She comes back looking H-O-T-T.[/QUOTE]
Bolt, you clearly had sex with a smokin' hot babe. I have been to Rainbow 4 and know exactly just how beautiful some of their best looking girls are.
But I must confess that after I read your report, I think you may have missed out some great sex. I can’t deny that looks are very important. I am one of those guys that can't be truly satisfied unless the girl is really pretty, but given that the girl has the looks; performance and attitude are what count. It all comes down to 3 strikes and you’re out, no matter how beautiful the girl is, or how sweet her breasts are or how amazing her pussy is. I think your girl had 3 strikes.
Strike 1: No soapy shower action.
Strike 2: No BBBJ.
Strike 3: She asks you to cum inferring the clock is ticking and you are running out of time.
It's all good. Read a post I made about a year ago about a starfish experience I had with a Rainbow 4 princess. The girl was a 9 in looks, but her performance and attitude kind of sucked. I did not regret the experience, but believe me; I have had many more satisfying times with better BKK girls. So will you.
