We seem to be having a general run on threads with a spiritual bent to them so as I hate to be left out I thought I'd post something on a somewhat experience I had a while ago.
It's a bit long so I'll split it into four.
Part 1:
I hadn’t mentioned it before because, well to be honest I felt at the time that it was a bit of a joke and you would just laugh and say I had been taken for a ride. Not an expensive ride mind you, I just bought the guy a few drinks after all. But then to talk about it later, it just seemed like he was a bit of a con merchant with a long tongue. That is, until you hear the whole tale.
OK let me start at the beginning, or at least enough of the beginning so the story makes sense.
What I want to tell you about happened on the evening before the last-time I left Bangkok, but I suppose the story really starts the evening prior to that.
Unless you are into CNN news or Thai soap operas that are totally incomprehensible even if you DO understand the language, which I don’t, drinking in bars is almost compulsory for foreigners in Thailand. And as I have been to Thailand about fifteen times in the past on business, I know most of the decent bars in the various nitery areas.
But I can put my hand on my heart and say that I have never really been bothered about picking up any of the girls. Not through prudery or fear of catching the clap you understand, it is just that …….. well, although the girls are often very pretty, I have never seen any that really appealed to me. The fact is I like a bit of romance and passion, and the sort of cold blooded deal that you are going to get from the average bar-girl is not really a turn on. So if I went to the Carousel bar in Nana that evening it was not with the intention of finding a midnight companion but really just that it’s a fairly large bar and its usually pretty busy, so there is a good chance that I can get a drink, get lost in the crowd and not have to fend off the girls every five minutes.
If you don’t know it, Carousel is one of the bars that has a big revolving stage, well I guess you could work that out from the name, right? They have some sort of lesbian show every night where half a dozen girls writhe about doing a bit of tit and pussy sucking and pretend that they are getting it off. A turn on the first time you see it but fairly mediocre when the same routines are acted out every night of the week at ten o-clock on the dot, so while the punters crowded the stage for the best views I grabbed my Kloster and pulled up a stool at one of the small circular bars that dot the place. There is a small stage at the other end of the room where there is just the conventional dancing going on and I hadn’t drunk more than half my bottle of beer when one of the dancers caught my eye. I say caught my eye but it was more like I was harpooned. She had the most incredible eyes I have ever seen on any girl anywhere. She was generally attractive, but no stunner, not old, but not a schoolgirl either, she had a nice figure but she would never make it onto page three. It was her eyes that held me. Honest to God she had the sort of look that was not just smouldering, it was more like she could burn her way through a bank vault door. She saw me staring at her and smiled and when her turn to dance was over she threw on her wrap and came over to me.
‘Hallo handsome man’
It was such a cliche that we both laughed out loud at the same time. Her English was reasonably good, far better than my Thai which is limited to understanding such phrases as ‘What hotel you stay in?’ - How rich are you? ‘What job you do?’ – How rich are you? And so on.
She had proper answers to questions and had none of the dull mono-syllabic disinterested responses which I have found all too common. In short, I liked her. Only once did the question of money come up when she said. ‘I no like lady drink but boss get angry if I talk to you and you no buy me cola. Buy me one and I no ask you again’
You would have to have a heart of stone to say no to that.
I suppose her story was not untypical. She came from Issan had a young daughter who lived her with her mother. Her husband had walked out when the baby was three, she had never seen or heard from him since. But there was no resentment, no sense that she had had a raw deal, just that she had made a mistake, that was life and you got on with it. I asked her if she enjoyed her job and she looked up at with me those eyes, laughed and said ‘What you think? It’s a job, I get paid OK, I can save money and pay for my daughter to go to good school so she can get better life than mama. What else I can do?’
Then she paused and gave me a look that seemed to go straight through my head and out the other side, and asked ‘You like YOUR job?’
I couldn’t answer for a minute and she quickly threw in ‘What different then? We both get fucked’
She was absolutely right, I hate my job, it has become a drudge that I do because it pays the rent, I can save money and enjoy myself four weeks of the year on holiday. And let’s face it, every other damn job I could do, would be the same.
We chatted till about one o-clock and she never once asked outright or hinted to me that I should bar-fine her but when I finally yawned she stepped slightly back as if to look at me better and said ‘Time to go now?’
Well this was the moment of truth wasn’t it? I told her I had never bar-fined a girl before. She shrugged her shoulders ‘Girls see you here before. They tell me you no go with lady. Up to you.’
Again, I felt I could hardly refuse could I?
‘What do I have to do?’ I asked her.
‘Easy darling. You give me 500 Baht. I pay the mamasan and then we go back to your hotel and make love.’
‘And what about for lady?’
She tilted her head to one side and smiled ‘Up to you’ she said.
I won’t go into all the gory details. Let me just say that she was everything that I hoped she would be, responsive, energetic, enthusiastic and imaginative. If she was faking her pleasure she should have been on the stage. There was no urgency in our foreplay, we kissed like lovers who had been apart for weeks not strangers who had only just met. Even the action of putting on a condom, always an act that I have found particularly off-putting, was done with skill and sensuousness. When we made love instead of urging me to hurry up, she asked me to slow down so that when the orgasm arrived it was our orgasm and not just mine and hers. In the time when passion is cooling but the embers of the fire are still warm we lay in each other’s arms and just held each other till we slept.
I was woken in the morning by the sensation of a mouth on my cock and as I quickly stiffened she wriggled up the bed with a huge grin on her face as we started again to make love equally as fiercely and energetically as the previous night. And once again the orgasm, when it came, was both bliss and a relief, pleasure and pain mixed together in a way that only making love can combine.
After all the sexual exertions were over, we showered and she got her things together. This was one of those awkward moments when I knew what was expected but wasn’t quite sure of the details. I picked up my wallet and took out two 1000 Baht notes.
‘OK for you?’ I asked. She smiled and took the notes, folded them and transferred them to her bag. I gave her another 100 for the taxi and she gave me one last lingering kiss in which our tongues collided, fought and caressed and then she broke away.
‘You come see me again tonight? She asked ‘Maybe you like to meet my friend too’
For the third time I thought, how could I refuse? That night was going to be my last night and I wanted it to be something special. If her friend was half as good as she was, with the two of them together I would be able to die a happy man.
So that was my exciting night. My first night with a bar-girl was not at all the sordid business like experience that I had expected. Well OK you say she was maybe a bit more articulate, a bit more experienced both sexually and socially but still a bar-girl experience. What is so special?
I have only thrown this in to give you some idea of my state of mind, how I felt about the whole thing and to explain how I came to meet ‘the friend’ and what happened with ‘the friend’ because that is really what this whole story is about.