And So the Quest Begins

The quest for what, you might ask? Didn't your mama ever tell you that patience is a virtue? Advice I should probably learn to follow more often.

 Day 1  - The Babysitter

All roads lead to...Thermae? This is an interesting notion considering that on my 3d trip to BKK I've yet to visit this most storied of Bangkok night spots. Not that I've been consciously avoiding the place. It's just that by the time Thermae is reported to start kickin', I've already found my companion(s) for the evening. I thought that this night would be my first though. After all, it's not like I had a lot of choices to consider, since by the time I got settled into my room, it was already close to 3AM. But I was tired from the 30hr pilgrimage from the East Coast and so decided to punt, figuring that the time would be better spent on a good night's rest. At least for the time being...
Actually, I never really got too settled since I would be checking out from the Imperial Tara on Soi 26 around noon. My reservation at the PP wasn't until today and they were fully booked. But they assured me that my room would be available by noon as per my reservation. No, I didn't get here a day early. That damn dateline business screwed me up again.
The Imperial Tara? Don't waste your time. It's overpriced and seems to cater primarily to the Asian contingent. It'll do in a pinch though. At least until you've found more acceptable digs. The PP, on the other hand, is a different story. In terms of value, facilities, and service, it's my favorite of the 5 or 6 places I've stayed in Bkk. I gave a complete rundown on the PP in Part I so no need to dwell on it here.
After checking in, I spent the remainder of the day shopping and relaxing. I stocked the fridge with lots of fresh fruit from the local markets as well as my favorite drinks. Anybody ever tried Mangosteen? It's a dark tennis ball sized fruit that has a taste that's kind of a cross between a banana and something citrus. It's only so-so at room temp but once chilled...Umm, Umm. If you get any, ask the vendor to show ya how to open it properly. Otherwise, you'll spend a lot of trial and error generally making a mess.

After a brief nap, it was time to prepare for the evening's foray. But where to start...NEP, Soi 33, The Cowboy? Maybe one of the two bi bars located near Soi 26 that I'd heard about. They were definitely on my list of places to try. But in the end I decided that the only way to launch this latest whoremongiering expedition in proper fashion was to pay a visit to my all time favorite B-girl joint, Kings Castle I in Patpong.
Damn! Such talent. Looked even better than on my last visit. No idea why I don't see more written about this place in the reports. I expect it probably has something to do with the 5000 Baht asking price that many of the girls will start out with. Nevertheless, KCI in the here and now, has to sport the most dazzling array of talent I've ever seen in a go-go. This trip or any other. I saw at least four or five that would fit right at home on the cover of Vogue or...Seventeen? During the course of my ...uh...holiday, I would find myself coming back here again and again. Not to say that KCI, and Patpong in general, don't have their downside but I don't want to give away too much too soon...

Anyway, after a hearty self-appointed back-slapping for making such a righteous first choice, I decided to settle in for the evening with the intent of taking home one of the many stunners struttin' their stuff on the stage. Well, that was the plan anyway. But for some reason, it seems my paternal instincts decided to make an appearance and I became taken with a girl that can be best described as the girl-next-door type. You know, the girl we all lusted after when we were little more than adolescents. The one we thought about as we furiously stroked up a storm while she was in the next room, babysitting little brother. Heh Heh. I suppose the fact that she approached me may have had something to do with it too. Effervescent and cute as a bug, Pim had been at KCI for about four months. And although you can't really tell by the pic, she sports a rather luscious little derrière that fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. Jeez, I'm such a letch. Turned out to be a pretty good choice though as she proved to be quite the little vixen. Hmm, I wonder what Freud would have to say about my...little infatuation?

Oh well, that about sums it up for day one. Only one bar and I'd yet to hook up with any of my fellow pervs who were in town this week for the Turkeyday Bash. Pretty standard stuff as far as whoring it up in BKK is concerned. And certainly no indication of the tempest to follow. But it wouldn't be long before the desire to fulfil the quest would take on a life of it's own. About 12 hrs or so by my estimate.

Day 2 - Strike out. Not once but twice

After a late breakfast with my little darling of the previous evening, I decided to check out the facilities at the Capitol Club. Getting there was no easy feat. You take the elevator from the main lobby to the 4th floor and then follow a rather labyrinthine route that eventually gets you to the main entrance. I had it down cold after a few days though. Anyway, I was quite impressed. Even if a casual workout is a completely alien concept to which you have no intention of subscribing, there's still something here for everyone. Be it the Saunas, Jacuzzis, Pools, or one of the many alcoves tucked away between the four towers (the other three are condos) where you can just kick back and relax a spell. I think I probably spent about fifteen hrs. or so altogether here during my eight night stay at the PP.
After yet another early evening nap, it was once again time to plan the evening's activities. I thought I'd start out by visiting the nearby bi bars on Soi 26 with the hope of scoring a spirited sandwich or perhaps even a triple-decker. Club 26 wasn't open yet (it was about 7ish) so I skipped around the corner to Sukhumvit Rd where I knew the other place would be. I wish I could remember the name of the joint but I never wrote it down. I'm pretty sure it's something Pub. At any rate, the entrance is adorned with fairy lights so you can't miss it. It was apparent that they had just opened for business since I had to wait a good 15 mins before the bartender was able to scrounge up enough ice to start serving drinks. He probably stole it from the bag that was leaning against the door at Club 26. Ah well, its not that I was growing impatient or anything. It's just that Elysee's opens sometime during the mid-afternoon while these two places are strictly nocturnal in nature. Apart from that, they have pretty much the same setup, from the too small bar area to the rooms upstairs. Well, actually they're a little dingier than Elsyee's but it's really kinda hard to tell with the dim lighting and all.

There were only a few gals in the joint, but even so, I chatted up a couple of girls who I thought would make for an interesting distraction. Trouble is, I don't remember their names. Lets just call them the Pretenders,  because that's essentially what they turned out to be. It wasn't long before we headed up-3 flights of stairs by the light of our Bics, without even so much as a flashlight to show the way. Like I said, this place is a bit of a dump. Anyway, things seemed to be going well at first, with P1 making a pretty credible effort at trying to suck my tongue from its socket. But once things started to heat up a bit, with me attempting to begin laying pipe on P2, P1 promptly jumped up from the bed and disappeared to the bathroom. To make matters worse, P2 wasn't very accommodating as far as the pipe-laying exercise was concerned. She grabbed hold of the base of my stick, and just would not let go come hell or high water. I remember reading about a similar experience on this board and I think it has something to do with making sure the condom stays put. Whatever. This just wasn't working out. I rolled over to the side of the bed figuring it just wasn't worth the effort. Lil' Shasta was not a happy camper. Nor was I.
Damn, that was one nasty knuckle ball. I just hate it when I get caught swingin' like that. Ah well, shit happens. It was still pretty early so there was more then enough time to make up for it. I figure I had at least another two at-bats before this night was over. Your mileage may vary, but I would avoid the 2 chicks in the pic. Short time upstairs is 1500 Baht.

Stopped by Club 26 for a drink and a look-see. I figured this place might be worth a visit some other time. I guess it was just still too early. At any rate, I decide to head back to the PP to change into some duds more appropriate for an excursion to the Global Club on Soi 11 --slacks and Rockports as opposed to shorts and sneakers. I'd seen some recent stuff in the archives and thought that a Global sandwich just might satisfy lil' Shasta's as yet unfulfilled urges. Nice Place. The large candy-striped columns flanking the main chamber seemed a bit out of place though. I was assigned a hostess who I chatted with for a time only to discover that all of the girls were already spoken for. All? Shez, it was only 9:30 or so. As I looked around, I noticed several Japanese Mafia types slumped on the nearby couches You know the type --ill fitting suits, dark glasses. Well, there wasn't any point in hangin' around so I paid for my drink (300 Baht) and passed out a couple hundred in tips just so they wouldn't peg me as a cheap Charlie should I decide to come back.

Next stop, Elsyee's, just down the road apiece. What can I say about Elsyee's? Some most memorable experiences here on my last trip back in June. Surely Elsyee's would be able to provide what lil' Shasta was looking for. I only saw one girl from the five I'd taken in June and she was my least favorite of the bunch. Time for some new blood. Again, I don't remember their names (I rarely do for short time) but the two girls I ended up with hardly lived up to the advance billing. Where was all the toe-sucking, ass-licking, stereo-Bj's and fevered girl-on-girl action I'd come to expect from this place? It was all right as far as 3somes go, just not in the same league as my other experiences.

It was getting late and so decided to head on over to NEP for some all night take-out. Hit a bunch of bars but never really saw anyone that I was interested in. Just got here too late I guess. Well, I've had some pretty decent luck at Angel's in the past. Not that I had a lot of choices at this late hour, so Angel's was as good a place as any to make a last stand.
It was getting close to closing time and I'd yet to hook up with my companion for the evening. Or what was left of it. Yeah, I'd rejected the advances of several girls who I just wasn't interested in, and been rejected by the two or three that caught my fancy. Incidentally, it seems that many of the girls here have no intention of going home with anybody. They come in groups to drink and dance, apparently looking for mister right. I recognized several of them from my last trip. Just as I was about to give up, along comes Mit. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before," I cooed, in my best Leno imitation. Mit wasn't impressed. Well, Mit does have a rather familiar looking face. Perhaps you'd recognize it?
Back at the PP, as I lay prone on the bed, allowing Mit to commit egregious Assault & Battery against my little buddy, I vowed that this sorry assed state of affairs would not be allowed to happen again. I didn't fly half way round the world for this crap.
One for three. Not a good average by Bkk standards. Caught swingin' AND caught lookin' all in the same game. Who wudda thunk?

So, have you figured it out yet? The nature of the quest, I mean. It should be painfully obvious to you by now. But just in case you haven't been paying attention, I suppose I could go ahead and spell it out for ya --it's the quest for the ultimate ORGY, stupid!
Why? Jeez, I don't know. I suppose we all develop certain expectations with respect to our grand whoremongering adventures. Perhaps some more realistic then others. My expectations were born out of those three most excellent encounters I had at Elsyee's my last trip back in June. Two 3somes and a 4some. I still dream about that 4some. Definitely in my top three encounters of all time...
But it sure as hell wasn't happening for me now though. Maybe I was just trying to hard.

 Day 3 - NEP sucks a big one

After apologizing to my little buddy for such a disappointing end to day 2, I took a stroll over to Bourbon Street to make first contact with some fellow pussyhounds. I thought I'd probably run into maybe four or five of the Washington Square regulars. Yeah right. Must have been at least twenty, twenty-five guys there by the time I showed up. Met a lot of great guys for the first time. Three or four different Mikes, many of the legends, and of course, the irrepressible R R Man occupying center stage. It seems that there was some concern that nobody had seen Showtime for more then a day. Ever since he had disappeared behind closed doors with four girls from Happy House. Heh Heh Heh. Dude, I'm not sure how you're able to negotiate for four girls at only 800 Baht apiece but maybe someday you'll give me a few pointers?

At around 7ish it was time to head on over to NEP. I figured I'd just gotten here too late the previous night. But tonight I planned on starting the hunt during primetime. Many of you probably don't subscribe to my particular MO for scouting the bars but here's what generally works for me. I'll go in and grab a seat in a location that sports the best view. I order a coke. By the time it arrives, I've already pretty much decided if I'll be sticking around longer then it takes to finish it. After the coke, I'll generally make a circuit around the perimeter to ferret out any potential candidates that I didn't spot from my perch. This technique doesn't particularly lend itself well to pack hunting for poon. First you have to reach a consensus when to leave, then where to go next. Uh uh. Not my style. I prefer to hunt alone or with perhaps no more than one other monger. At any rate, I must have hit eight or so bars over the course of a couple hours. All the perennial favorites, Rainbow I, Rainbow II, Pretty Lady, Play School, G-Spot, Hollywood, Carousel, etc... I visited several more than once. And with the exception of Rainbow II, I was completely and utterly dismayed. Looking back, I suppose all the signs were there in June of my last visit as several of the bars that were positively smokin' the previous November (my first BKK adventure) were on the decline. But I figured they would be on the rebound as high season approached. But no, far from it. The decline appears to have continued unabated.

Anyone else in BKK about this time last year have a similar take? Or is it just me? I suppose that my perspective could have changed somehow over the course of three trips. A kind of paradigm shift if you will. Ah, but that's just so much rational bullshit. An attempt to explain away the painfully obvious --NEP is but a shadow of its former glory.

Oh well, there's always Rainbow II. Or so I thought. There's a girl, Fai, who works there who I'd gotten to know on my previous visit. She remembered me. Not only that, she let all the other girls in the joint know that I was already spoken for. Damn, I hate when that happens. What's a monger to do? I know. I'll take two. Fai and one of her friends perhaps? As it turns out, she was agreeable to the proposition and so in steps Oh. The combo actually turned out a lot better than I thought it would. A very spirited if not overly accomplished 3some to say the least. I always give high marks for giving it the ol' college try.

Day 4 - The CYCLE, not to mention 'K1,K2, and The Minx'

Fueled by the quest, this day would take on much the same frenetic flavor of day 2 but with a dramatically different result. It all began inauspiciously enough however with a lively midmorning romp with Oh, while Fai pretended to sleep through the whole thing. I'm not sure why this amused me so, but it did. I began a chant of "oh baby" to see if I could get some kind of reaction. Just a whisper at first. But by the time she acknowledged the game with a twitch and a smile, I was literally blowing down the walls. Sorry if I woke anybody.
Did I mention how much I really like these extra large showers? I'd yet to explore their full potential, and this morning wouldn't be any exception. But getting lathered up by a couple of uninhibited B-girls was still a nice way to start off the day. Seems that Fai had taken quite an interest in me, just as she had last trip, and kept insisting that I come see her later tonight. I didn't want to say no outright, even though I had no intention of wasting any more time at the Plaza, but she eventually left with a solid maybe in her pocket. I hate having to be deceptive like that but what else can you do?

At around 11ish I made my way over to Bourbon Street to hob-knob with the Washington Square bunch. I wouldn't be staying long though as I had a lunch date with the resident manager of the PP at 1PM to discuss possible discounts for TSM. Just long enough to sample the seafood jambalaya (it sucked) and to confirm the 7PM outing at KC1 later this evening. R R Man made some comments about some rumors regarding some Bar Owners and their friends wanting to crash Calvino's party over at the POW bar later tonight and the Pegasus outing the next day. "But we've taken steps to deal with any unwanted guest," R R assured those gathered at the round-table with a wink and a nod. Well, true or no, I wasn't really buying into it as I more or less suspected that it was all just part of the show. Part of the Washington Square mystique if you will. At any rate, it was clear that R R relishes the role as showman and I have to admit that he seems to have quite a knack for it.
On the walk back to the PP I wracked my brains trying to come up with a plausible sounding name to fit the TSM acronym. I mean I couldn't just sit there like a dumb fuck with nothing to say once the question came up, now could I? In the end I gave up (just couldn't think of anything) and decided that it would just be the initials of the founding member. I forget what name I used (Travis something) but it's not really important since he didn't write it down. The luncheon with MNA went pretty much as I'd hoped. The PP is, for the most part, a corporate hotel and MNA seemed quite receptive to the idea of tapping the general tourist market. The Park Group (GP, RP, and PP) is operated by an Indian based company and so the normal channels of promotion and advertising aren't readily available without paying out substantial kickback to the appropriate authorities. Cost of doing business in Thailand I suppose. I doubt that TSM represents the type of "typical tourist" he had in mind but I let the deception slide. I included all the details in Part I so if you're interested you can check it out there. Oh, and if somebody would take the initiative with the RP on Soi 15, that would pretty much complete the tri-fecta as far as the Park Group is concerned.

Sufficiently buoyed by the way things had gone, I decided that my reward would be a Happy House sandwich. Nothing special, but nice. One observation I have about Happy House girls is that I always end up deducting a point or two once the clothes come off. I paid the house rate of 1500 Baht per girl. I'd probably come her more often if I could figure out how to get the Showtime discount.

After a brief nap, it was time to go meet some fellow mongers at KCI. I showed up at the appointed time (7PM) but the place was dead. Cooled my heels over at the Executive Lounge for a couple of drinks before making my way back. Didn't see anyone. Hmm, it seems that everybody decided to hit Calvino's party instead. Oh well. I really hadn't planed on carousing for very long since pack hunting for poon really isn't my style. Over the course of the next couple of hours I did a lot of bar hopping, substituting gin & tonic for my usual soda. After a time I ended up at KCIII. I've always gotten a kick out of watching those lady-boys strut their stuff though I've never been interested in taking one. If NEP makes up the bulk of your LB experience, let me just say that the ones in Patpong (KCIII in particular) are in a completely different league. Many are actually quite gorgeous. Some even go that extra mile with hip and ass implants to complete a rather stunning figure as well. Oh well, you probably already see where this is going...
I'm not really sure what came over me. I'm sure my quasi-inebriated state had a lot to do with it. As did a certain level of...curiosity? Not to mention the fact that the "quest" had largely gone unfilled up to this point. So there I was, surrounded by Katoys, buying LD's and generally having a blast. I took a fancy to one in particular. A raven-haired cutie who I'll designate as K1 since I don't remember her name. Turns out she has a friend, K2. But why stop there, I thought. Shit, if you're headed over the abyss, may as well take another. Well actually, the 3d one of the bunch, the Minx, turns out to have a Y chromosome. Or is it an X?. I never could seem to get those strait. I'm not really sure why I included her in the party. Perhaps as a sort of safety net, familiar territory in case things just got a little too weird. Whatever the reason, she turned out to be the lynchpin of one of the most mind-blowing encounters I've ever had - A bases laded GRAND SLAM.
The following is a rather detailed account of the experience. An encounter that shall here to wit be known as K1, K2, and The Minx. Checked into the short time hotel over on Patpong II. You know, the one with the porno in the rooms. The damn clerk wanted 600 Baht because I had three girls in tow. Settled on 500. After showers all around, we settled on the bed for a little fun & games. I admit that at this point I was a little uncertain as to what to expect. But after a while, things started warming up nicely. I started by working some of my wiley charms on K1. Working my way down her bod, sprinkling kisses as I went, (as per my usual MO) I eventually wound up eye to eye with the object of interest. Hmm, I'm not exactly sure what I expected to see...a gaping maw with razor sharp teeth waiting to gnash poor lil' Shasta to shreds? Well no, not exactly. But then I'm not sure I expected it to appear so... cosmopolitan either. Since eatin' pussy is one of my all time favorite activities, I've come face to face with a lot of snatch in my day. I've seen it all, from neo classic in appearance to train wreck disgusting. This one had a definite aesthetic appeal that I really didn't expect. Nicely trimmed. No obvious blemishes, discolorations, or unsightly protrusions. As I hovered over it, mulling over the next course of action, I decided that the ol' taste test was the next logical step. Strictly for research purposes you understand. Using both the tip of the tongue and fingertips to gently pry open the outer lips, I detected a taste that was a bit...unusual? Can't really describe it. It wasn't a nasty taste or anything like that. I probed the region where the clit should have been but didn't find anything. Course this in and of itself isn't that unusual since many girls barely have one anyway. Also, it didn't seem to be responding like it should to my ministrations either. It was moist but it didn't really dilate like I thought it should - well, at least if she were getting off which she seemed to be. After a minute or two I zoomed back out for another look-see. Yep, looks just like your garden-variety snatch if you ask me. I zoomed back in to continue the tongue lashing in concert with an index finger exploratory.
Things seemed to be going along just fine until I felt something start to probe by bunghole region. I jumped up with a start. Ordinarily, such antics would hardly be cause for concern but then it dawned on me that K2 may not have been entirely truthful regarding the extent of her...uh...transformation. I thought that maybe she was attempting some unauthorized drilling if ya know what I mean. But no, it was just the Minx amusing herself with my G-2. K2 was at the end of the bed with my foot in her hand which she had evidently been sucking on. She gave me a quizzical look as if to ask, what's with you, to which I merely smiled and motioned for her to lose the towel which she still had draped over her body. Satisfied that the likelyhood of any Poke'mon shenanigans going on behind my back were indeed pretty remote, I dove back in to the task at hand. Did I mention that eatin' pussy is one of my all time favorite activities?

Jeez, what can I say about the next hour or so. A  veritable whirlwind of hedonistic debauchery to be sure. The likes of which I just don't get a chance to experience often enough, with the K's and The Minx seemingly in competition with each other, trying to outclass one another at every turn. Finally, plenty of toe sucking, ass licking, and God only knows what else. Much of it is just a blur. I do remember I had to curtail the attention that lil' Shasta was getting on at least three occasions in order to prolong the encounter as long as possible. The last time almost proved to be his undoing. Exhausted and desensitized from taking such a pounding, I was concerned that he just wasn't going to be able to live up to his end of the bargain. Not to worry though as I ended up employing a technique that works like a charm each and every time. I had the Minx position the rocket lengthwise up under my boys while she proceeded to blow lil' Shasta into utter oblivion. GOD WHAT A MONSTER!!! No doubt about it, those K's really know how to work a mean stick! At least a 9+ on the ol' McNasty scale and I don't give those out lightly.

Incidentally, if you've never tried this technique, I highly recommend it, as the dual sensation is nothing less than mind-blowing. Kinda analogous to a girl humming on your balls times ten, while another works on your wand. Has the potential to turn the most ordinary of BJ's into something much more memorable and with quite a bit more ZING to boot.

After paying out the agreed upon 1500 Baht apiece, I made my way over to TipTop for some much needed refueling. The Minx went with me and I briefly considered taking her back home for an all-nighter since she definitely has the type of bod that I just love to watch as it's rocking back and forth on my salami. But in the end she just seemed to mercenary, "why you pay me same lady-boy when I fucking you" she kept repeating over and over and over and... I reminded her that I had indeed speared one of them (K1) but it didn't seem to put much of a chink in her logic though. And besides, lil' Shasta was feeling a mite shell-shocked and battle fatigued from the "manhandling" he'd taken just a short time before and so was pleading to call it a night I reluctantly agreed.

 As I stumbled along Patpong I, trying to make my way out to Silom Rd. (or was it Surawong), I felt the faint tendrils of that most familiar of B-girl ditty's (the Boom Boom song) beginning to massage the nether regions of my libido. As I drew closer to the source I realized it was coming from my all time favorite bar, KCI. Well, I'm sure one last drink before calling it a night couldn't hurt, I thought, as I popped in for a cold one.
Damn! The level of talent in this place is just mind blowing. Even at this late hour when most of the other bars are left with the dregs, KCI continues to smoke. It wasn't long before I spotted a dancer that piqued my curiosity. Probably not the hottest babe in the joint (there were so many) but there was just something about that angelic smile that I couldn't resist. I briefly consulted my little buddy and the decision was unanimous - some all-night takeout probably wasn't such a bad idea after all...

Nok had been working the bar for 3 months and 24 days. I actually thought this a little odd that she should be tracking the days like that since most girls just round off to the nearest month or week. I took this to mean that she has a definite timetable and was counting the days till she would be able to leave this type of work behind her. The hour was getting late and so I decided to pay the B-fine even though we really hadn't made that much of a connection. Once in the cab, Nok seemed a bit distant and aloof and after a few minutes, she started talking this short-time crap. Ahh jeez, I thought, she's just gonna lay there and be out the door quicker 'en shit. "You not like me," I asked. "I not know you" she states. True enough, I suppose. Oh well, since remuneration hadn't been discussed, I figured I'd just blow my load on a KCI stunner and pay her whatever I thought it was worth. For better or worse, that's not the way it turned out...

Making it back to the PP, Nok really didn't seem in any hurry to start the mattress gymnastics so we settled down on the couch for a spell. "Too Cold" Nok sputtered as she snuggled in closer seeking warmth. Now that's more like it, I thought. Incidentally, this turned out to be a universal complaint from all the girls who I brought back to the PP. One which I repeatedly took advantage of. By this time I had been pretty much set up to expect nothing more than a mechanical short-time romp and I'm really not sure as to the dynamics which caused this to change. Over the next couple of hours, we sat there on the couch engaged in activities which I expect Dave in Phoenix would describe as having an extremely high intimacy response quotient. Nothing serious at first. Some light banter accompanied by a fleeting caress while pretending to watch some inane Thai game show on the tube. But soon after, it began to take on a sort of life of it's own and ended up being one of the most intensely personal experiences I've known in quite some time. This heightened sense of intimacy and exploration continued unabated once we adjoined to the bed.
About three hours after it began, I lay in quiet contemplation, (except for Nok's regular breathing in my ear) trying to sort out what had happened and how I felt about it. I could hardly describe it as a monster similar to the encounter of just a few hours earlier but for some reason it had touched me on a much deeper level. Or had it? Perhaps I was confusing feelings of intimacy with those I got while my spine quivered from watching those luscious lips glide up and down the length of my tool. I didn't think so. But then I suppose it was still too early to tell.

Taking stock of the day's events, it occurred to me that if I included the mid-morning romp with Oh of the previous night, today's scorecard tallied to seven. A rather torrid pace even by lil' Shasta's standards. Surely not even he would be able to maintain such a blistering offensive for more than a day or two. Or could he? At this point, I figured the chances of finding out were pretty slim. For as I lay firmly cocooned within the tangled embrace of my lover, I had a growing suspicion that this careening, hedonistic juggernaut that I'd boarded with such gleeful abandon, was about to come to a screeching halt.
Damn! I hate when that happens...

My heroes: The Ackbars. The Jayhawks. The Bluebs. And not necessarily for the obvious reasons. Yes, their talent for painting a rich and vibrant tapestry of images such that the rest of us might share in their grand exploits, is a part of it. But for this story, it's their ability to shed the Noi's like yesterday's linen. Never allowing the spark to kindle into something more...significant?
When I first set out on this grand adventure little more than a year ago, never had I imagined that ascension to such lofty heights of Tsm purity would be fraught with such peril. But such is the delusion of many a Tsm rookie, I suspect.

Ever pull the ol' airport stunt? You know what I'm talkin' about - making a big show of packing your bags, going to the airport with your sweetie in tow; hugs, kisses, maybe a tear or two; only to slink back to the city (or maybe Pattaya) once you were sure she was long gone.
First trip - been there.
Second trip - done that.
This trip? Ah, but this is the spring of my second season, and it appears that the summit may yet be in sight...

Day 5 - I've been bit

Turkeyday!
I almost didn't make it. I originally planned on a more leisurely excursion (at least two weeks) over the New Year. But I just could not resist China Airline's 40th anniversary promotional. Two hundred bucks RT from JFK. What a deal. The downside being that I would have little more than a week before I had to come back. But that was all right, since I fully expected to pack as much activity into one week as I might normally see in two. It's made for some rather interesting choices so far, don't you think?

Asked Nok if she wanted to join me for the bash but, as it turns out, she takes English classes for a couple hours each afternoon. Seems she's been doing so for several months. This explains why her language skills are much further along than your typical B-girl. At least the ones with less than 4 months under their belt. Did I mention she has a rather soft & sexy voice as well? Not like the high-pitchedguttural speech so characteristic of the girls from the north, which incidentally, has had more and more a tendency to get on my nerves as of late. This never really seemed to bother me that much at first. I suspect that this, unlike my take on NEP, truly is a paradigm shift of sorts. At any rate, I promised my sweetie that I'd be by later tonight to pick her up. "What time," she asks? I quickly calculated how much time I might need to consummate a short time tryst with a Pegasus girl. "Uh, about 10:30," I said hopefully. I went on to mention something about dinner with friends. I'm a lousy liar so I'm not sure she bought it.

Made my way over to Bourbon Street around noonish. It looked more like a get-together of the local fish & game association than a gathering of some of the world's foremost pussy hounds. But then maybe the two charters aren't all that different anyway. Over the next couple hours, met some more of the guys. Couldn't meet everybody though. Just not enough time. It was around 2:00ish when I felt the floor start to tremble. Was that a magma displacement? I didn't know BKK was subject to Earth tremors. No? Then why the hell is the room shaking? Oh, that figures. Turns out, it was just the collective bellies of several metric tons of Tsm humanity complaining that the feast was almost an hour late. Whatever. Still adds up to a seismic anomaly in my book. I have no idea what they're going to do next year. As it was, Bourbon Street was practically bursting at the seams. Yeah, I suppose you might me able to stuff another couple dozen people through the door if you tried hard enough, but certainly no more than that.
The spread? It was all right as such things go. I half expected it to be prepared Cajun style (deep fried whole bird with oyster dressing) but it wasn't. About what you'd expect at Shoney's or Golden Coral, although theirs is only about half the price, and you get free refills on soda and iced tea. But the food is hardly what the bash is about, but rather the opportunity to renew familiar acquaintances and make some new ones. As someone said, "a great time was had by all."

After the feast, I thought I'd spend the rest of the afternoon doing a little research. I have to admit that after yesterday's adventure I was just a little curious about the...uh...procedure. I mean, how do they get the thing to look so damn lifelike? It took a while before I came up with the proper search criteria - gender reassignment. Hmm, interesting stuff. Not at all what I expected. It seems that rather then cleaving off the offending appendage and simply discarding it, it's peeled back much like a banana. The peels are then shaped and molded into what I can attest are striking facsimiles of the real McCoy. Sounds rather painful don't it? After that, the procedures become somewhat divergent. One includes lining the "excavation" with a section of the large intestine. It was at this point that my stomach started to turn and so I'd figured I'd done enough research for one day. Jeez, I hope it's not rancid turkey. Turns out it wasn't.

After yet another short nap, it was time to head out to Long Gun to hook up with the Pegasus bunch. Damn! I wish I'd come here a couple days ago instead of wasting time at NEP. I guarantee that I wouldn't have been stuck with Mit that 2nd night. Certainly not up to KCI standards but it was still a damn sight better than anything NEP was putting into play these days. Sometime after 8:00, we all (I'd say about 20 altogether) assembled outside the Long Gun. Soon after, we began the trek, more or less single file, on over to Pegasus, with Showtime and R R taking the point. Musta been quite a sight. On the way over, I'd occasionally glance back toward the end of the procession to see if I could spot any squatters being whisked away by black-clad ninja types, or their Thai equivalent. But I never saw anything like that. I guess those "steps" that R R alluded to for dealing with uninvited guest musta been a bit more subtle.

Well, what can you say about Pegasus that hasn't already been said -Opulent? No doubt; Decadent? -Most certainly; To the point of being obscene? -Probably. In other words, I liked it. A lot larger than the Global Club. It was actually quite amusing to see twenty or so guys milling about, looking to Charlie and Showtime for guidance on how things worked, while all the girls just sat there in quiet repose. The girls were about evenly divided into two sections of about 20 girls each. The "talking girls" and the ones you could take out. There was one girl who was sitting alone in a section by herself. This was the "Model" section or the top tier. Only one? Where were all the damn stunners? The others, for the most part, seemed attractive enough. But if I was gonna be paying Pegasus prices, then I was gonna have me a stunner, by God. Shit!
Ah well, no since in gettin' worked up about it. It was getting late anyway so I figured I'd just take one of the talking girls for a drink or two before making my way over to KCI to see my sweetie. It was about this time that I spotted a trio of bikini-clad vixens behind the bar against the far wall. I slithered over for a closer look-see. Hmm, the one in the middle has definite potential, I thought. Killer bod, very attractive. I found Charlie and he enlightened me further on my potential selection. Turns out Charile is quite knowledgeable when it comes to the girls -"yez, she vewy good". A ringing endorsement if I ever heard one-Sold!
Back downstairs, I settled down on the couch with my prize, beaming like an idiot, while Showtime & Company nodded their approval. Uh-yu, she sho is sumpin ain't she? Well...turns out she wasn't quite what I'd expected. At least not in the personality department. We just really didn't seem to hit it off all that well. Lin was the quiet type and I really expected that the Pegasus girls would be a bit more outgoing. Her English was only nit noi and my Thai ain't fer shit. This brings up a rather interesting aside regarding the notion that the girls in the upscale venues are perhaps a bit more sophisticated than the average whore. Maybe. Fact is, if the language barrier can't be overcome then it's largely a moot issue. Well, I just didn't have the time to work my wiley charms on the lass. The clock was ticking and so I decided I wasn't going to spend some 5 thousand Baht or so, for what would probably be a rather hurried short time exercise. Damn, she sure was fine though. If only I had the whole night...
I slipped her a purple for her trouble and had Charlie send her back upstairs. I doubt it would be long before she was escorted back down again. As I was leaving, I couldn't help but notice that at least half the guys never bothered making a choice at all. It appears that I wasn't the only one disappointed with the overall selection...

I arrived at KCI about a half-hour later then I said I would. The first thing I noticed was Nok sitting on the knee of some guy on the bench seat just to the left of the entrance. To make matters worse, it was someone whom I recognized from the Bourbon Street bash a few hours earlier. You Bastard! Aw well, can't blame her. After four months as a B-girl, I'm sure she'd heard it all before. Not much I could do about it at this point, so I grabbed a stool near the stage where I could check out the evenings menu. Scrumptious! A few minutes later, who should come gliding up by my side? Yeah, you guessed right. Sorry dude!
We spent an hour or so at the bar, laughing, carousing, and just generally having a good time. At some point I asked, "how long you work bar?" pretty much knowing what the answer might be. She thought about it for a moment before replying, "3 months and twenty-five days". Excellent! Headed over to Angel's Disco soon after midnight to continue the party. Hung out for a couple hours until the crowd just became too much to handle. As we were getting ready to leave, I noticed blueb up on the raised platform, decked out in double-breasted polyester, doing the twist, whilst surrounded by Noi's offering up their most salacious come hither look. Heh Heh. Actually that last bit was just an image that popped into my noggin while I was reading his report. Had me in stitches. I just had to throw it in there...

Wow, time flies when you're having fun, as our chariot didn't roll up to the PP until well into the morning hours. No walk of shame with this gal as belly shirts and 4-inch platforms just didn't seem to be in the wardrobe. Silk & satin all the way. I'm not going into details. Suffice it to say that this night was much like the previous one. I was on cloud nine. No doubt about it, the juggernaut has indeed ground to a halt.
To make matters worse, I think I've been bit.
Bad.

Day 6 - Those Jap gents aren't a very sociable lot are they

Ah, the birds are singing, the sky is blue and...but wait a minute. This is Bangkok. I doubt I've ever seen a bird in the city before. Well, maybe a dead one, or two. And as for blue skies? I suppose if you could ever cut through the smog and the haze you might see some semblance of blue. But nevertheless, all seemed right with the world.

Went to Baan Khanitha over near the university on Soi 23 for lunch with Nok. If you've never been here, I highly recommend it. Yeah, it's a little expensive, but what's a few extra Baht, right. She had to make class in a couple hours, but tomorrow (Saturday) is her day off and she wants me to come with her to Chon Buri where she's from. It seems her family thinks she has a "respectable" job in the city where she stays during the week. Hmm, where have I heard that before? It seems a lot of B-girls think they're pulling the wool over the eyes of the family, but I doubt it. More likely a case of "hear no evil, see no evil". That way nobody loses face, as long as the Baht keeps rolling in. Didn't take me long to come up with a plausible excuse to beg off, but one look into those limpid pools, and I heard myself saying, "sure, why not" -déjà vu all over again.

Hung out at the Capitol Club for the rest of the afternoon before making my way over to the Cowboy for some short time entertainment. Didn't really see a whole lot that interested me though. Not a good sign. Said hey to a few guys I'd met this trip before heading out to KCI to pick up my honey. No miscues this night. Hell, she never even bothered changing into her uniform. By this time, I guess I'd pretty much become a fixture around here (4 out of the last 6 nights) and was greeted like an old friend by many of the dancers and waitresses. Of course the fact that I'd been running up sizable bar tabs probably had a lot to do with it. I figure I was averaging around 1500 Baht a night. And of course I made sure to bring along my two most successful party favors - My G-2 and my digital camera. You would think that they normally wouldn't like to have cameras in the bar. But they actually get a real kick out of seeing pics of themselves come up on the screen. The dancers, the waitresses, and yes, even the mamasan. Got some decent shots of the stage action while ostensibly taking portrait shots. A real crowd pleaser. And the G-2? Heh Heh. I reported on this in my last BKK report. But it got a lot of response so I guess it wouldn't hurt to repeat it. Anyway, here's how it works: A girl is sitting on your lap or next to you and starts rubbing your dick. Surreptitiously slide your hand into your hip pocket and flick on the rocket. The next time her hand zeros in on your Johnson, she's in for a pleasant surprise. Her reaction will be to invariably jerk her hand away and let out a girlish squeal. Once she figures out what's going on, she'll call her friends over to partake in the festivities. Great Fun! Truly a labor saving, multi-use device if there ever was one. Anyway, tonight was much like the previous one. Lots of carousing, laughing and carrying on. Probably for more than an hour or so. Never did get a chance to ask Nok how long she work bar as things were about to take a rather sudden turn for the worse.

Guess how long it takes for the party to turn to total shit? About 3 or 4 minutes by my recollection. It was about this time that the mamasan came by and motioned for Nok to come over. They chatted for a moment or two. I wasn't really paying attention. But after a minute they headed off down the isle. I asked one of her friends, who was sitting next to me, where she was off to. "Short Time, 5000 Baht," she said. Huh? I asked again. "Nok go short time, 5000 Baht. Be back one hour". What the fuck? I noticed they were about to slip out the entrance so I hurriedly paid the bar tab so I could catch up to em. I figured they'd be long gone by the time I made it to the door. But no, they were stationed near the entrance, apparently waiting for Short Time Charlie to make his triumphant appearance. I asked the mamasan what the fuck was going on...in so many words. "She be back later." But I already paid the fuckin bar...or words to that effect. "He pay first. No problem, she be back 30 mins". 30 mins huh. Yeah, that figures. No doubt some needle dick, yellow eyed slant, who lacks even the most basic social skills for corralling his own WHORE! Jeez! These Jap bastards are really startin' to piss me OFF! First the Global Club debacle and now this sorry assed shit.
I was literally stunned. Does shit like this really happen? I have to admit that prior to this trip, I really haven't spent much time in Patpong, usually preferring the more laid back environs of the Cowboy or NEP. Maybe that's how things work here. How the fuck do I know. It's the first I've heard of it though.
It was clear that Nok was either unwilling or unable to weigh in with her thoughts on the matter, so I just basically threw up my hands (figuratively speaking) and stalked off. As I was leaving, I looked back over my shoulder to see the mamasan busily jabbering away at Nok, who just stood there, not looking at all happy about what had just gone down.
It didn't take long to figure out what had happened. The previous evening I noticed the mamasan carrying around a small spiral-bound photo collection of some of the girls that worked in the bar. I didn't think anything of it at first. But it was obvious what it was being used for now though. She would show it around, arranging short time tryst with any dickwad willing to pay her astronomical asking price, from which I imagine she would take a substantial cut for herself. And they say B-girls don't have pimps...yeah right.

  Aww fuck it. It wasn't long before I found a bar that seemed as good a place as any to have a seat and sulk awhile -with the intent of drinking heavily. I think it was called Camelot something or other. But even so, as an incorrigible pussy hound, I couldn't help but notice that there were some definite lookers in the joint. Maybe later...
Don't think I was sending out very good vibes either, cause it must have been a good hour or so before I was approached by one of the lasses. Might even be a personal record. Anyway, her name was Wel, I was to find out later. A Tommy. Or at least that's the Moore vernacular. Never met one before, until now. She turned out to be just what the doctor ordered though, as she did a fine job of lifting me out of the doldrums. Something I doubt that any "regular" girl would have been able to do at the time. Very animated with a nice smile, she seemed to know exactly which buttons to push. Maybe they have a sixth sense about such things. I dunno. And I have to admit that I was just a tad curious, as I'd never done a Tommy before. Yeah, I know, spoken like a true letch.
Had some late-night fare over at TipTop. Wel gave me a smaller than wallet sized portrait of herself while we were chowing down. Aww, a keepsake, ain't that sweet. Our bellies full, we headed out to the hotel. It was nice. Like I said, just what the doctor ordered. Afterwards, she didn't seem to want to hang around (kinda hard to ask why and play the usual games), and she wanted to bargain price even though she really wasn't in any position to do so. But I played along, figuring we'd end up at the going Patpong rate for short time, which is 2000 Baht. Well, unless you have a pimp, then I suppose the skies the limit. She started out the bidding by scribbling 3500 Baht on the notepad, with a very determined look I might add. 3500 Baht! Why, the nerve. After a couple rounds, we did indeed end up at 2000. After the bidding, she turned into all hugs and smiles again. Very amusing. Well, I guess ya just had to be there...

Left alone with my thoughts, I began to wonder if there might be more to this Nok thing than I was admitting. Yeah, I was a bit stunned by it all. No doubt about that. It all happened so fast, after all. But couldn't I have just gone with the flow, and not made such a big deal out of it? It wouldn't have been the first time I've turned a blind eye to some rather dubious circumstances with respect to a tilac that I'd become taken with. It pretty much comes with the territory.
But I was sooo not looking forward to the inevitable teary departure, 3 days hence. Not to mention the very real prospect of perhaps making some commitments that I'd later regret. It's happened before and there was certainly no reason why it couldn't happen again. Especially with this heavenly creature. The more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that I'd used the situation, at least in part, as a convenient vehicle for making a clean break. Nok was history - the spring of my second season...

...in more ways than one as it turns out. Something about 'in like a lion, out like a lamb' if I remember right. At any rate, the quest seems to have run its course. Lil' Shasta's appetite has indeed been sated, and big Shasta was feeling just a tad bit melancholy after last evenings events. This combo makes for a rather anti-climatic finish to our little tale. That's not to say that I'd pass on a tilac sandwich should the opportunity present itself. And I did have another run-in, though more indirectly, with those anonymous Jap pukes that were sooo starting to piss me off. And maybe another observation or two...

Day 7 - Those Jap BASTARDS are realllly startin' to piss me off!

Let's fast-forward to the Cowboy where I found myself in search of a short time diversion during the early evening hours. First stop, the Toy Bar. Ah, just my luck. It seems that SunTszu has gotten here a bit before me, and even though he was the only customer in the joint, he was commanding the attention of most, if not all, of the desirable tilacs. I got the distinct impression that he's been here before. A favorite haunt perhaps? Oh well, you snooze you lose.

Hit a few more bars with the intent of saving the Long Gun for last, since it appears to have the best selection in the Cowboy. Never made it there though as Tilac Bar turned out to be the last stop. Hmm, this place has definite potential. Got some good vibes from one of the dancers with perhaps the best bod in the joint. Had her come over for a couple LD's while I administered the requisite Q & A session. She passed, but barely. Her breath was redolent of a rather potent repast that she'd partaken sometime earlier. But I figured it wasn't anything a little Listerine couldn't cure.
Short time or no, I generally like to spend at least a little time with my tilac of choice outside of the bar, preferably in a setting where you can hear yourself think. Lot 24 fits the bill perfectly as it's a short walking distance to the PP. Nan sure did order a lot of food for someone who'd recently eaten. Except for the ice cream, she barely touched it. Not to mention the fact that she turned out to be the most camera-phobic girl I've ever met. She practically went into a tizzy when I whipped out the ol' digital. She would have none of it. I did manage to get off one shot, which I think captures the essence of the little winch perfectly. A rather classic example of the simple-minded, uneducated girl from the north. This one with an attitude not to mention a severe case of ADD. Shit, she wasn't like this in the bar. Oh well, say hello to Nan, the most camera-phobic gal in all of Bangkok.
She turned back into her playful self, after a fashion, once I put away the camera. At least for a time. But once I pointed out the bottle of Listerine on the sink, and indicated that she should use it, out popped the attitude again. Things never improved after that. She seemed to think she was gonna be staying awhile, but after I blew my load, I threw her ass out. Shit, my first pop out of the series. But then it was bound to happen sooner or later...

Hmm, where to next? Back to the Cowboy to check out the Long Gun? Or maybe Club 26? How bout the Hostess Bars on Soi 33? I haven't been there yet this trip - decisions, decisions. Not to mention the pressure, as the Taxi dude was getting somewhat impatient. "Uh, Patpong, Surawong," I said - yeah that figures. Hit a few bars before I eventually wound up in...yep, you guessed it, KCI. Guess I'd become somewhat addicted to the place. Besides, I knew Nok wasn't working and would be in Chon Buri this weekend. Though one of her friends did offer to call her up for me. I declined.
Ah, there they are. Two girls that were probably the closest thing to a 10 I'd ever seen in a go-go. But they were just way too in-love with themselves. Constantly watching themselves in the mirror, adjusting the waistband of their hot pants just so - the classic ice queens. But this didn't seem to deter their principle clientele (those Jap bastards), who would rent them out by the hour or less. They reminded me of those TJ whores who would wrack up as many as 10 customers on a busy night.
I grabbed a seat againts the wall and it wasn't long before the mamasan came walking by, giving me the evil eye. Back atcha ya bitch. No matter. This place is crawling with mamasans. I counted at least 4. And so it wasn't long before another one sidled up to my table, sweeping her arm across the stage, suggesting that the world was my feather, and all I had to do was reach out and pluck it. An offer I could hardly refuse...
Well actually, it wasn't one of the dancers who caught my fancy on this night. She wore street clothes and a name badge, rather than a uniform and a number tag. It wasn't until later that I became aware of the significance of this. Her name was Ping. And what a coincidence, as she's from Chon Buri as well. Or maybe it was Thon Buri or one of the many other "Buri's" that make up the burbs of Bkk. At any rate, it seems the more time I spend in Bangkok, the more I seem to be gravitating to those gals having more cosmopolitan roots. The "farm" girls just don't seem to do it for me anymore. Something to dwell on later I suppose. Ping turned out to be a real party animal to say the least. We hung out at the bar for awhile before heading out to one of the discos on the cross street between Patpong I and II. We hung out for a couple hours drinkin' and dancin' before I was finally successful in dragging her back to the hotel. Otherwise she probably would've stayed until closing time. A real tiger, this one. Let me just say that the party animal routine wasn't limited to the public venues...

Day 8 - Uh, you're only how old? - %@#&*!

Yet another fine choice for an all-nighter it turns out. Unfortunely, it ended on a somewhat sour note. It seems that Ping is quite the item on the Japanese hit parade as I was only the 2nd farang she'd ever been with. She apparently made it to work a little late last night. Too late to service her usual clientele, and so I guess I was the consolation prize of sorts. Definitely not the impression I had last night though. Anyway, this explains the look of disdain she acquired after picking up the 3500 Baht I had waiting for her on the dresser when she came out of the shower. And I thought I was being rather generous. "But I PR girl, I always get 5000 Baht for all night," she whined. She was good, but she wasn't that damn good. Don't know why she didn't think to say something of this prior to paying the B-fine. Perhaps she thought I wouldn't bite. She would've been right. She went on to play the usual games - "my heart feel sad" and all that crap. Yeh-huh. No taxi money for you young lady. Now get out. Jeez! Did I mention those Jap BASTARDS are really startin' to PISS me off?

My last night. Aww man, this trip was just way to short. If I had my usual 2 weeks, I would've liked to do the Showtime Pig Roast. Maybe Phuket or Koh Samui. Perhaps explore one or more of the farang friendly karaoke joints on one of the outer Sois. Or maybe a couple days in Phonen Phen or Siam Reap. And I still haven't done the Thermae yet. Well there's always next time. Only trouble is, my new employer is rather stingy when it comes to paid vacation. Two weeks plus a number of personal days that I can string together for one more. Hmm, maybe this job isn't all it's cracked up to be. At any rate, did the usual afternoon routine - Lunch at one of the many fine restaurants that are in abundance this part of town, followed by Jacuzzi at the Capitol Club (missed my usual workout since I seemed to be coming down with something), and off to Marble House for a traditional massage.

Suitably conditioned, we ready for the Evening's foray. Lil' Shasta was in the mood for a Global sandwich. I figured sure, why not. But if we were gonna get the jump on those Jap pukes, then we better get a move on. Turns out we needn't have bothered. This was Sunday and as far as I could tell, I was the only customer in the joint. Hooked up with the hostess from my previous visit. We lounged on one of the couches for a while, giving the girls enough time to assemble in the staging area. After a couple drinks it was time to go check out the menu. Ugh! I was aghast. About 20 girls all told. They didn't come close to Pegasus standards, and you already know what I thought about the overall selection there. No smiles, no eye contact, no sale - what a waste.

Same situation at the Long Gun as it turns out. I thought Sunday was the day of rest for us farang types. I guess western influence is manifesting itself in some rather subtle ways. Said hey to several Turkeyday revelers that I'd met this trip before hooking up with a tilac that suited my fancy Unlike a lot of B-girls, Sky favors regular attire as opposed to the often outrageous costumes some of the girls wear. Not that there's anything wrong with 5-inch platforms. It just kinda limits where you can go outside the bar and hotel scene. Anyway we went to Thong Urai just down Soi 23 aways for some dinner. Turns out that Sky is also from one of the outer Bkk suburbs. Don't remember which one. Did I mention I seem to be favoring gals with more cosmopolitan roots, these days? Anyway, after a nice dinner it was off to the PP. Turned out to be a pretty good choice. Sky wanted to stay but this was my last night and so wanted to butterfly. I mentioned something about having an early flight and that I wanted to get a good nights rest. She took it like a trooper. After spending a few minutes remaking the bed and exchanging the towels it was off to Patpong again.

Hmm, same situation in Patpong. I don't ever recall Sundays being particularly slow in Bkk. But then I guess I may have been in boyfriend mode on all my other Sundays here. Who knows? Patpong was as slow as I'd seen it on this trip - at least for this time of night. Despite it's shortcomings, my batting average here was pretty high so I figured it was as good a place as any to finish out the series. Several encounters and all of them well above average. Except for the encounter with that pimp of a mamasan. Anyway, where should I end up but in KCI. Ping didn't show up for work tonight and mamasan #3 was worried. "How much you pay her," she asked. "4500 Baht," I said. Yeah, I lied. But then it's none of her damn business anyway.
I guess all of the stunners take Sunday off cause I didn't see but one or two. A couple girls who I'd partied with on previous nights came over to keep me company. They were what I'd call second-tier girls. But what that really means is that they'd be first-tier at most bars at NEP or the Cowboy. Noi #1 was pretty outgoing and more my type, but after a while she kept insisting that I pay bar every 5 mins. So naturally I went with Noi #2. She seemed a bit shy, plus she was a little on the waifish side. But she had a radiant smile and thick flowing hair down to mid-back. I think the cute little nose stud was the clincher though. Any girl into piercing can't be too inhibited. I was wrong. The one girl where the bone chilling 70 degress was just too much to handle. She refused to take a shower cause it was too cold. The mattress gymnastics had a lot to be desired as well.
Noi's arousal technique wasn't for shit so I suggested that it was time to start smokin'. "I no smoke," she said. "Why you no smoke?" was the obvious retort. "I young girl," she replied. Yeah? Well,  I knew she was young. You can tell that just by lookin' at her. But I wasn't particularly alarmed or anything. I mean, we're talking about KCI here. Perhaps the most popular, not to mention most visible, go-go in the city. Surely they wouldn't be employing underage dancers. And besides, she said that she'd been working bar for almost a year - on two separate occasions. So I figured I was pretty much covered. Just barely as it turns out. It was a little late but I couldn't help but ask the fatal question. - "18, birthday November twenty-five". Just the year would've been fine, but since she mentioned it, this was the 28th. Well ok, the 29th if you want to get technical since it was after midnight. That means...well, I'm sure I don't have to spell it out for ya. A week earlier and I'd be labeled a pedophile rather than just your garden-variety perv. Just goes to show you can't be too careful I guess. Not even in the high profile clubs like KCI
Anyway, I ended up having to give little Noi a "hand" as far as getting lil' Shasta's attention. Typically, this would hardly have been an issue. But I was coming down with the Bkk bug, the symptoms of which had been getting progressively worse throughout the day. Nevertheless, once firmly ensconced (no easy task as it was a rather...uh...tight fit) lil' Shasta found himself in familiar surroundings, and so was able to carry out the assignment in characteristic fashion. I just love it when they gasp "Owwweeee" as they're sliding down on your stick for the first time. I do love my cheap thrills. Not that it makes up for lack of technique AND enthusiasm. But unlike Nan of the previous night, Noi was a sweetheart, so I let her get dressed before I kicked her ass out.

Guess I should've gone with my original prospect, or held onto Sky for the night. Well, there's still Thermae. Thirty days in the city all told, and I still haven't been there yet. I'd hate to let the series end on such a disappointing note. But this flu thing was shaping up to be a real hum-dinger. Maybe I should just try to get a good nights rest - which is what I did. The 30hr flight home was miserable and I missed work for a week.

THE END

What?
No final ruminations or reflections on what a grand time you had? And what it all means? Or how great it was to meet all the guys? Or how this last trip, in many ways, was perhaps both a growing and learning experience?
In a word - Blowme.

Well, on second thought, perhaps some lasting impressions that may or may not be worth repeating:

Peace
Shasta

The Series Summary - For all you sports fans out thereJ 

Game 1:
Only 1 at-bat. A 2 RBI extra bases double
Game 2:
3 at-bats. The first was a strikeout (caught swinging) while the last was also a strikeout (caught looking). I managed a single in between.
Game 3:
1 at-bat. A most gratifying RBI double to win the game.
Game 4:
My finest hour - The Cycle. A single followed by a double. Like the "Immaculate Reception" and other storied plays that've come before and since, this game includes an at-bat that's also been named. Perhaps you remember 'K1, K2, and The Minx'? - a most improbable bases loaded GRAND SLAM. As is often the case, runs tend to come in bunches, and so this game includes a late inning 3 RBI stand-up triple to complete the cycle.
Game 5:
2 at-bats. Sprained an ankle in the on-deck circle (Pegasus); replaced by the designated hitter. The next at-bat was much like the late inning heroics of the previous game - a 2 RBI HR.
Game 6:
1 at-bat. Ejected by the mamasan (uh, I mean the Ump) for arguing balls & strikes. Found a nearby pick-up game with 1 at-bat - an RBI double.
Game 7:
2 at-bats. A pop out to shallow left field followed by a 2 RBI stand-up triple.
Game 8:
2 at-bats. A double followed by a most disappointing pop out to first base to end the series.

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