Bangkok Naked Now and Then (Jack Diamond)
Bangkok Naked Now and Then (Jack Diamond)
Bangkok Naked Now and Then (Jack Diamond)
1980 – 2017
By Diamond Jack
Copyright
Hi-So Girls – These are the top end of the Thai female
social scale. Called Hi-So (or High Society), you tend to find
them in the better restaurants or late night discos at the
top end hotels. These young ladies are into designer labels,
fast cars and maybe you will get into them, if there is
enough cash around. Their company can get expensive,
even for us “two week” millionaires…
Saluk – You will hear this term from Bar + Massage girls, it
means fun or having a good time. If it is not “Saluk” - the
Thais don’t do it!
Tilac – Darling
Mr. Martin was our mentor for all those early nineteen
eighties trips to the Land of Suds and in this book, appears
under the various monikers of Paul, PM or The President.
Well, on our first trip to the Far East due to his involvement
in the travel trade, he got upgraded in one hotel in Manilla
to the Presidential Suite and the title stuck!
Best pals with the above two delinquents, I both lived and
worked in London in travel publishing.
One my first vist to the far east and having turned up with a
suitcase full of UK winter gear, I quickly realised that in a
pavement melting climate smart, light casual attire was the
way to go to avoid terminal heat exhaustion.
FEBRUARY 1980
Strange how silly, abstract phrases like this come into your
mind at the most inappropriate times.
Times don’t come more inappropriate that this, as Miss
Bangkok looked at me with those sultry eyes as though I
was the centre of her universe and for a few special
minutes I kidded myself that I was.
One of the things that really stands out for me, in addition
to the obvious with these young Thai girls, is the almost
uniform fantastic skin quality. We had been on the pussy
hunt in the kingdom for a week now and to put it bluntly all
our team have put themselves around a bit.
choice It may sound like a worn out cliché, but the best way
to describe this physical feature would be to compare it to
the feel of a ripe peach which is smooth, warm, soft and
silky.
This went down well (literally) with “Little Jack” who was
by now standing proud again, even though he had seen
more action in the last week than in the previous year.
The little fella was a bit pink around the edges from both
excessive use and too much soapy water, but my newly
found girlfriend expertly helped him escape from captivity
of my increasingly too tight, boxer shorts.
The delightful Khun Pang then proceeded to give the best
and most sensuous blow job, I had ever had up to that time.
Her luxurious hair cascaded in a tent around my privates
and tickled my stomach and chest.
The old excuse “it went off while I was cleaning it” came to
mind……
Her large brown nipples stood up like chapel hat pegs and
every time I sucked on one and rolled it around my mouth,
she groaned and wriggled on the bed.
She looked as good from the rear as full frontal and the
idea of some doggy position action was definitely on the
agenda here.
Well, it was not one of life’s great love stories, but I did not
want to waste twenty quid and it was also getting late to
get a full female replacement. Let’s put it this way, this girl
could get a job in the circus doing a sword swallowing act,
no probs, so it was not a totally wasted night.
Now on this trip, our little team had an ongoing
competition and the rules were simple.
But I just patted her shapely bum before sending the lady
off home, before headed downstairs alone to get outside a
breakfast chicken satay in the hotel cafeteria.
JANUARY 2017
I reckon the” healthy food advice” from 1980 is still good.
Having a succulent LBG is still more fun than your official
quota of fruit and veg and has to be the way to get your
vitamins naturally. No sure about five a day, but if you have
the money and stamina and fancy winning the Queen’s
Award for Industry - go for it.
It sure beats the hell out of these “you are, what you eat”
type programmes on your 48” Plasma screen back at home.
Looking back, I can see where this little episode all went a
bit wrong.
Hindsight is a great thing, but Pang’s height coupled with
the scarf and those deep sexy, husky tone should have rung
warning bells long before getting down to any sexual
gymnastics.
It is a little embarrassing to travel thousands of miles with
the prime objective of playing “doctors + nurses” with as
many attractive girls as possible and end up bedding a
bloke in a dress by mistake.
That is probably not a completely accurate picture of the
Third Sex as they are they called in Thailand and I always
see them as a men’s mind in a female form, often with a
few things extra added…
As far as ladyboys are concerned, the first question you
have to ask is, are you trying to avoid them or meet one?
If the first option is for you, there are a few things you can
do to try and make sure that beautiful little honey you have
brought back home has no surprise packages taped up and
hidden away in her knickers.
It would obviously be sensible to give some of the
renowned ladyboy bars in Soi Cowboy and Nana Plaza a
miss but it gets a bit more confusing in places that have
both bargirls and kaytoeys on the staff.
Which seems increasingly common recently, especially in
the Nana area.
I reckon 95% of fully clothed ladyboys have a number of
giveaway signs, such as height, lower voices, bigger hands
and shoulders and a more prominent Adams apple
(although there are operations available to reduce this) but
what about the other five percent?
This can be a bit more difficult, as the very best can look
stunning and feminine even to the most heterosexual male
on the planet.
Paul told me after my first up-close and personal encounter
with the lovely Pang, that if the pretty girl you are chatting
to has immaculate make-up and dress sense, regularly
looks in the mirror and constantly flicks her hair; you have
probably got a chick with a dick!
That may be a slight exaggeration, but there is an element
of truth in there somewhere.
One thing I did not fully appreciate on my early vists to
Asia, was that a number of both pre-op and post-op
ladyboys work in ordinary jobs.
They are not only in the red-light areas in Bangkok, Pattaya
and Phuket.
That good-looking girl in the pharmacy or department store
serving you could be a trans-sexual.
Thailand generally has a high tolerance of “The Third Sex”
which is maybe due to 95% of the population being
Buddhist who follow a middle way philosophy.
If you have inkling that your potential new girlfriend is not
quite all she seems, ask her outright. Many will be upfront
about their sexuality.
On a recent trip, I was targeted by a real little stunner in a
bar in the Nana Plaza; she sat on my lap and wriggled
about on Little Jack when I bought her a few “Lady Drinks”.
To be honest, I was very tempted to pay her 500-baht bar
fine and use a private room upstairs for some entertaining.
It is no good getting older, unless you get a bit wiser and I
had a suspicion that when she was telling me that I was a
“hansum” man, things may not be quite all they seemed.
So, I asked the lady outright.
Quick as a flash the little sweetheart smiled, jumped down
from warming Little Jack, pulled up her mini skirt and
whipped out some impressive semi-erect landing gear from
her panties. The funny thing was that back in a UK bar the
whole place would have been looking on aghast at a sight
like this but in BK nobody blinked an eye in that bar.
What did I do?
Well, that is a story for another book, but what if you want
to have the company of a ladyboy?
A few pointers may be useful.
Kaytoeys have a bad reputation in some quarters for
criminal acts such as robbing visitors. This can take the
form of a group surrounding a “worse for wear” farang and
stealing wallets and some even drugging their victim’s
drinks, when they get back to his (or her) hotel room and
then disappearing with all their worldly goods.
In one famous case that Paul warned me about some
katoeys were going back to visitor’s hotel rooms and
putting a strong knock-out liquid on their nipples. When it
was sucked off by the unfortunate victims, they went to
“bye byes” and woke up later with a sore head and an even
sorer bank balance.
I have seen more than a few ladyboys at work off the
Sukumvit Road in Bangkok and along Beach Road in
Pattaya, where they usually seem to hone-in on westerners
who have had a few too many Singhas.
These girls are certainly good at relieving individuals of
excess valuables.
One may be talking to you and stroking your crutch while
her (his?) mates are busy emptying your wallet - some are
excellent pickpockets.
You cannot generalise in life and I am sure there are many
honest ladyboys plying their trade, just like their female
counterparts, but it pays to be careful.
My advice for the newcomer to the scene would be to avoid
freelancers on the streets and invest a few more baht with
kaytoeys working in bars. Even better, might be to use one
of the specialist escort agencies.
Then you have some way to possibly trace your partner, if
there are any hassles.
In addition, it can be good to use your own hotel on these
occasions, rather than enjoying dodgy rooms upstairs in
bars or those that offer short time.
Your reception should take your partner’s ID details to help
if anything goes wrong and check with you before your
beloved departs the premises. But make sure you keep
valuables locked in the room safe.
The current cost of an agency ladyboy escort is around
6000 baht for a couple of hours, which is about what the
best female equivalent charges.
Not the cheapest option, but hopefully you may have one
from the “5%” of absolute trans- sexual stunners and feel it
was it was money well spent. I know a number of both Thai
ex- pats and regular visitors, who occasionally enjoy the
company of a great looking T-Girl as a change sometimes….
Hey - this is Thailand.
“If you fancy it, go for it” is the motto of us Bangkok Pussy
Hounds!
CHAPTER TWO
THE LAND OF THE
“BUTTERFRY“
Let’s go back to the beginning, the infamous Flashman and
I had arranged to meet Paul at Don Muang Airport on
arrival, before all heading off to our hotel together and to
avoid any of our speciality “cock-ups” in finding places.
Graham and myself as the other two thirds of the “Far East
Snatch Squad”, were flying with Thai Airways on the
famous Thursday Heathrow – Bangkok flight TG 913. Which
was known affectionately in the trade as the “Nookie
Express”.
The best bit was that I had some useful travel industry
contacts in London and following a word from PM in the
right ear at Thai Airways; we had been upgraded to
Business Class.
Let’s face it; customer service does not get much better
than that.
Still, this was not the moment to worry about such small
incidentals, as Mr. Gordon and myself quickly reclined our
seats to the sleep position and put our brand new
headphones on.
That did not look too much fun and carried the serious risk
of splinters, but we trusted PM’s word that this would be
an experience we would never forget for all the right
reasons.
The two of us, headed for customs as fast as our jet lagged
little legs would carry us with sweat running down the
parts that other heat cannot reach.
The good news was that getting through immigration and
collecting luggage at that early time of day was a breeze.
The old Don Maung Airport might have looked a bit travel
worn, but after the scrum that is Heathrow it was a
welcome sight for this particular travel worn duo.
Paul was a sight for sore eyes and was patiently waiting for
us when we finally emerged from air-side.
Well, our first two lessons were that you need to speak
“Pidgin English” fluently and loudly to the locals, plus
traffic in Bangkok does not speed, it crawls at best.
The only slight problem was that the lad had offered me six
different girls before we had even got out of the lift.
Talk about hard sell, this boy was keener that a double-
glazing salesman on amphetamines.
I was so tired; I was not even sure Little Jack would rise to
the occasion.
Mega mistake.
With a big grin he said “Me? You like boys, me only 1000
baht” and then tried to jump into the bed.
JANUARY 2017
There are a few changes in the Kingdom, since our first
foray into Asia.
These days, substitute digital camera for Olympus XA and
an iPod for Walkman.
In those heady days of 1980, your basic inflight
entertainment seemed to comprise of one film, with limited
audio channels.
Now all the main carriers give a shed full of choice on ICE
with popular TV shows, a number of different movies and
CDs covering lots of different types of stuff from golden
oldies to the most up to date releases - all available on a
touch screen.
Pop a set of headphones on and you can spend many happy
inflight hours playing at being your own DJ. They is not so
much need for a Sony Walkman and a few tapes in 2017!
The relentless march of progress has given Thailand the
shiny, big, new International Airport of Suvarnabhumi,
although the dear old Don Muang is still used for domestic
flights.
I rather miss the ancient, rather worn place from thirty
years ago, although the latest hub is probably a necessary
evil to cope with the currently much increased amount of
arrivals and departures.
Thailand is now the leading holiday destination in the
region.
In my humble opinion, it now just looks like any other large
major airport from Paris to New York.
Efficient yes, but a bit soul less, plus it is miles to walk to
your gate for us lazy old Bangkok Pussy Hounds.
I really must be getting on; nostalgia is not what it used to
be….
In the early eighties, virtually no cabs seemed to use
meters, you bartered for prices everywhere. After a few
trips to Thailand, I reckoned I was pretty good and always
offered half what the cabby asked for and walked off, if they
declined.
Usually, they came after you blowing their horn and agreed
a discount price – happy days.
The fares were cheap enough, but as with the girls, it was a
point of principle to negotiate strenuously.
Well, I thought I drove a hard bargain.
My touching faith was shattered a few years later, after I
got into a cab with a sweet little girl from a favourite bar
near Patpong and headed back to my regular Hotel off the
Sukumvit Road.
She effortlessly got the ride for a third of what I usually
paid and even then, called the driver a “robbing lizard” for
overcharging us.
It was a bit sobering to learn that the “master wheeler,
dealer” was paying inflated “farang” rates.
Overcharging, is an area that upsets some westerners.
In Thailand, there quite blatantly operates a “two tier”
charging system, where locals pay one price and non-Thais
pay a different, higher rate. You may not like this cash
discrimination, but these are the rules, so we have to live
with them.
I have been told that ex-pats living in the country full time,
can get the local prices by showing their visa stamp or
driving licences. I don’t know how many succeed in getting
a reduction and it seems a hassle, but TIT.
In 2017, you can request the cab driver to turn his meter
on and most actually use them. If not, get out and find
another that does.
There are now some additional options on the travel front
to get around Bangkok, such as the Skytrain, which can
make life a bit easier and cheaper. Although they can be
rammed at peak times.
To be honest, these days I tend to take the air-conditioned
hotel transport both to and from the airport. Yes it does
cost more, but after a long flight some of old boys need a
bit of luxury to get us to downtown sex city in half decent
shape.
What has not changed is that Bangkok is still clogged with
traffic – period. You can be stuck in a mega jam anytime of
the day or night, particularly during the rainy season.
There is no point in stressing about it as that is the way it
is, just allow for extra time for your journey and life gets a
little easier.
One thing any single male needs to get used to, is that
every cabbie, barman or Thai Tom, Dick and Harry will try
and sell you an endless stream of girls (or boys).
You cannot blame them.
As I was told by Paul early on, there are only three reasons
for guys to come to Thailand – Sex, Sex and Sex.
Having had a lot of experience in the region, PM always
used to advise never get angry, shout or lose your temper in
any situation, even if you are provoked.
If you don’t want something, just smile and politely but
firmly say “no thanks”.
It works, however frustrating it can be at times, even when
you are suffering from jetlag and have a randy bellboy
trying to get into your boxer shorts.
CHAPTER THREE
FIRST TASTE OF ORIENTIAL
DELIGHTS
With the curtains drawn and the air con flat out, I slept like
a zombie in my darkened room until being awakened by the
shrill sound of the phone. The dulcet tones on the other end
of the line was our leader Paul, suggesting a meeting in the
downstairs coffee shop in around half an hour to discuss
our forthcoming sexual agenda.
Still half asleep and after heading out of the shower and
sorting out my lightest weight clothes, I decided that a pink
lurid tee-shirt, new shorts and flip flops would be the height
of sartorial elegance around here.
It was a bizarre way to get in, but TIT (this is Thailand) and
it was cool, nearly empty and they served what looked like
decent portions of western style bar food.
We wandered down the soi for just a few yards and then
The President ushered us into a small upstairs bar that he
knew from previous trips to the area.
As soon as we walked in, our leader quickly ordered three
Singhas.
At this early time of day, the bar was empty of both other
girls and punters. But after finishing our drinks and a bit of
fun and some fumbling with our new girlfriends in the
gloom, we were surprised to be gently ushered back out
into the street by Paul.
Let’s face it, not many domestics at home wear bikinis with
numbers on, whilst scrubbing floors or hoovering the
carpets. If they did, then my “bachelor pad” would look a
lot cleaner than it does
To be honest, the frontage was not that smart, but Paul said
he knew the Mamasan and they usually had a good
selection of LBGs “early doors”.
If those really were cleaners earlier, what were the top girls
at the Orchard going to be like?
This was to become very familiar aroma over the next few
years, which was a heady mixture of Thai traditional music,
air freshener, beer, prickly heat powder, soap and a secret
ingredient or two.
But we were not worrying about the smell of the place, Mr.
Gordon and myself were transfixed in the darkened lobby
looking for the first time at the impressive ceiling to floor
glass frontage.
The word must have got out quickly to the staff, that some
afternoon punters were drooling on the carpet in reception.
As within a minute or two, more girls all resplendent in
what looked like American prom dresses with red number
badges attached appeared as if by magic.
But being total newbies we had made our minds up, even
before the Mamasan had even appeared with the tray of
cold drinks.
This was not good news, as after flying for twelve hours I
was keen to start playing a serious session of “spearing the
bearded clam” as soon as possible.
Our leader was lying nude and face down on the mattress
with his small, but very well-proportioned girlfriend (also in
a similar state of undress), busy rubbing his back with her
ample globes.
While running the bath for the second time that afternoon
and this time with hot water, the lovely Noi undressed me
carefully, neatly folded my clothes up and put them into the
wardrobe.
I could not see any of the western girls we had left behind
in London taking this time and trouble to avoid our tee-
shirts getting creased.
The sex was good, but the only problem was that Noi like a
number of Thai girls was really tight with a capital “T”.
JANUARY 2017
For Flash and myself, I think this was a really good start to
our first Asian Adventure.
The moral of the story is avoid being in too much of a rush
to get laid when you are jet lagged and have just staggered
off the plane. Plus, don’t think you are as well-endowed as
Errol Flynn just because your latest delectable Thai
companion says so.
The Flashman and myself were really fortunate to have
Paul to guide us on this initial foray. Otherwise, we would
have probably got off with the couple of fairly rough
hostess/cleaners we met earlier in that first Patpong joint
that we staggered into on that initial afternoon.
Even so, we both over-tipped our first Massage Girls. But
no problem, we had managed to empty our tanks a couple
of times within a few hours of hitting the city so who is
counting?
We both also learnt another useful fact.
The hotel that my Thai business contact, Ladawan had
innocently booked us into had a couple of major drawbacks.
Although it allowed “guests” to stay in our rooms, they
rushed us with a “joining fee” of a cool 500 baht, which was
added our bills every time we had female company.
The other problem was that they had put two single beds
together to make a double and this made the working space
definitely on the small size for our sexual gymnastics.
Apparently even someone as well apportioned around the
nether regions as Graham Gordon Esq; (for that read
obese) the fat ginger bastard had still managed to fall down
the gap in the middle on a number of occasions ruining
moments of extreme passion and putting other hotel guests
below at risk from a falling FGB.
Rumour had it, that the rotund redhead ended up on the
bedroom floor with his petite partner on top of his not
inconsiderable bulk. It was a real pity there was no “You
Tube” back then or if we could have captured the romantic
moments on a phone it could have trended bigtime on
social media.
Fortunately, she was not trapped underneath the man
mountain or a fatality could have been reported in the
Bangkok Post…...
These important issues of cost and comfort are ones that
any pussy hound should consider.
Many hotels, particularly around the naughty areas, do not
charge for guests being entertained (or in the Flashman’s
case, terrified) in their rooms and still take ID cards.
These are only released after checking with you before the
girl (or lady boy) leaves the premises as a form of customer
protection.
This information is readily available on the Internet today,
although it was a bit more difficult to get back in 1980. You
found out then by word of mouth or in our case, trial and
error.
Bed size is important and it is worth checking on this
before booking. Thai girls may be on the small side, but as
you might want to bring back a few at once, so size does
matter in this area!
We also learnt from our mentor, Khun Paul, that timing with
massage parlours is a crucial issue.
On our first afternoon vist, it was a bit too early for a good
selection.
These days, I reckon around 6.0 pm is a good time to hit
the suds. Most girls are fresh then having often recently
arrived for the “night shift” and have not just serviced a
coach load of Japanese or Russian visitors before you pick
them for your turn!
Even so, some of the really big Massage Parlours such as
Darling, Cleopatra and others, do have a mind boggling
selection of LBGs on display at virtually all opening times.
So, if you feel the need to get into the suds mid-afternoon
and who doesn’t occasionally? Then the larger
establishments may be a better choice at this early time of
day.
CHAPTER FOUR
FEBRUARY 1980
The team were all looking a bit bleary eyed, tired and
emotional. So the sensible option might have been to quit
whilst we were ahead and turn in early for the night.
But one thing you can bet your house on, is that Paul, Flash
and myself were rarely sensible and had not come all the
way to Thailand just to catch up on our beauty sleep
(although in Graham Gordon’s case, that might have been a
good move.)
You may scoff, but that little nugget of wisdom could help
you win your local pub’s quiz night, so I would suggest you
make a note of it!
This demented girl, complete with both her hands inside his
ample trousers was dragged along by Flash for what felt
like the whole length of the Sukumvit Road. She wisely
finally admitted defeat and reluctantly let go, much to the
amusement of an audience consisting of Paul, a few
passers-by, a random soi dog and myself.
( No, not that one! Even we didn’t walk that far - although
in that oppressive evening heat it just felt like it) .
Before you could say Chicken Tikka Masala and don’t spare
the Mango Chutney, the wily old fox was chatting up one of
the LBGs with his usual smooth charm.
The sad thing was that Khun Gordon and myself felt we had
unfortunately no chance of getting to grips with any of the
delightful LBG waiting staff in the naughty stakes. They
were the best group of talent I had seen so far, but Sods
Law strikes and they are a “no go” area.
How can someone fall asleep after one beer, a brilliant meal
and when you are probably on a promise too?
After a severe shaking and yet another cold ice cube down
the back, The Flashman showed some signs of human life
and dragged himself into the street to the sound of the girls
still giggling fit to burst behind.
The lad made the weak excuse of passing out due to a long-
haul flight, but got stick from the other two members of
The Bangkok Pussy Hounds.
The big question was, what to do for the next few hours to
kill time until our waitresses had finished work and were
due to make a guest appearance up the road at the
Thermae?
Well, that is what I think it was meant to say, but the neon
tube had half failed on part of the second letter and it
proudly stated “Licky Elephant”.
Once our eyes had slowly adjusted to the lack of light and
excess of burning tobacco, we noticed there were a number
of Thai men drinking in the dark corners.
Busy looking after the local long arm of the law, were a
bevy of young waitresses serving Chang Beer and some
kind of Mekong type whisky in little glasses.
Bearing the name of the place, the Chang beer on offer was
apt as Paul pointed out that name means Elephant in the
local lingo, so we ordered a trio of their best ale and
relaxed at the bar.
Mr. Gordon did all the special Sunday Times Winter Sports
exercises each evening and went jogging for weeks without
fail, before we left for the snowy slopes.
Totally in character for this Thai trip, dear old Flash had
decided to learn a bit of the local language before his first
foray into enjoying the pleasures of assorted Asian
womanhood.
Classics like “Do you know where the nearest art gallery
is?” or “Your budgie looks ill, is it eating its seed?” are the
types of invaluable phrases that this particular good
publication abounded with.
If the roles were reversed, just imagine that you are having
a quiet pint in your local pub back home and then some
deranged oriental buffoon kept shouting out Savoy
Cabbage in a loud drunken stupor – lesser things than this
have started international wars.
For Flash and myself, it was a bit like being back in London
at that notorious pick-up joint The Loose Box wine bar in
Knightsbridge on a wet Friday evening. The big difference
was there was seriously more available talent here than our
normal overpriced stomping grounds yielded.
But the two girls scored major brownie points with us all by
using some praise worthy initiative in the “leg over” stakes.
They had brought Lek’s younger sister Bum along to keep
the female numbers up.
I kid you not, that was her name and I reckon she was the
looker in the family.
The big question was, where had the third member of our
team gone?
Tough choice.
Bun and Lek had quickly agreed to come back to our rooms
with us. In fact, they suggested it was a good idea.
This was after our new companions had checked their IDs
into the front desk and we had both clocked yet another
“joining fee” each onto our growing bill. Still, when a
decent bit of action is on the cards money tends to get
forgotten, you are thinking with a different part of your
anatomy.
I reckon she was five foot nothing soaking wet and a good
twelve inches shorter than me, which was a real advantage
as Bum did not have to bend down far to give me a blow
job. In fact, the little darling almost had to stand on a
stepladder to give me oral sex. But the great advantage of
having girls of this tiny size is that they have everything in
easy reach, which makes life simpler for all of us lazy
bastards!
Bum was not the most sexually skilled operators I have met
in Thailand over the years, but the girl made up for it with
her boundless enthusiasm and the novelty value of every
time she climaxed she started shaking.
She smiled widely with one of her size two feet resting on a
dishevelled bundle on the floor. This was apparently all that
was left of the “Chinese Cabbage King” following his recent
Saturday Night Fever dancing display at the Thermae.
Yes, there was good old Flash snoring face down on the
carpet in the corridor right outside my room of erotic
pleasures.
A hernia was on the cards for “yours truly”, but Fon was
stronger than she looked and we managed to move the man
mountain foot by foot. Assisted by a naked Bum, who
collapsed in an uncontrollable heap of laughter after
joining in the new game of “pull the drunken farang
around”.
There did not seem much prospect that that the delightful
Fun would be getting the benefit of any “hide the sausage”
games that night as Mr. Gordon looked like he only had one
shot left in him and that was holding everything together.
Waste not, want not, as the old saying goes and that
kindness would have avoided condemning the dear girl to
untold suffering, by having to spend a night of non-passion
with the Sukumvit Road’s answer to Sleeping Beauty.
But all that long haul flying and carting about a dead
noxious weight took its toll.
So, after a couple of shots, I finally fell deep into the
dreamless with my head between the little darling’s legs.
I mean, this young lady had gone beyond the call of duty
and deserved some extra financial reward.
She seemed delighted with the cash and wrote down the
address of her workplace on a piece of hotel paper.
It was a local beer garden called “The Juke Joint Bar” which
was apparently just a bit further down the road from where
we were staying. Little Bum then kissed me, gave my
privates an affectionate squeeze and said to come and see
her for more Yum Yum before heading off into the sunset
(or sunrise, in this case).
In fact, she looked even better in the light of day and was
showing an impressive amount of cleavage due to wearing
a low-cut pirated tee-shirt with the legend saying“ Domma
Summa-Badd Girls”.
She left with a broad smile and after a quick waggle of her
puppies turned a few heads as she walked out of the coffee
shop.
“Sod it, that Indian grub must have been off” he said
groaned, drinking my coffee after helping himself to Paul’s
last piece of toast and neatly wiping his mouth on his shirt
sleeve “I feel as rough as a bar girl’s fanny, what are we
going to do today then?”
CHAPTER FOUR
JANUARY 2017
Being a pair of Asian “Newbies” at the time, this episode
was a bit of a culture shock to both Flash and myself.
We thought there was always a strong demarcation line
between ladies of the night (who are “sex workers”) and
ordinary girls (with “respectable” jobs).
Basically, back at home in the UK never the twain would
meet.
I mean, you did not offer to bung your first date with a
secretary from your company a few bob to do the business.
Well, not if you had any sense, which has probably left Mr.
Gordon out of that question.
To be honest, we would not even thought about trying to
get off with your average waitresses, but as has been said
before, in Asia everything is not always what it seems – at
least sometimes.
In this case, I am sure Fon, Lek and the delightful little
Bum did not jump into the sack with every customer in
their restaurant or beer bar, but did a bit of discreet
“freelancing” occasionally.
The Thermae was and still is a classic after hours BK pick-
up joint, so I am sure we were not the first or last guys that
these girls had arranged to meet in that particular top spot.
Mind you, I would not be surprised if they decided to re-
think the idea of picking up farangs after Mr. Gordon’s
antics. Being sick all over your date is not really a great
chat up line in my experience, even though 1980 was still
deep in the punk rock era.
Sid Vicious eat your heart out….
The interesting thing is that the unfortunate Lek had
apparently departed before Flash regained consciousness
in the morning and got no money for this little incident,
even after helping our mate to bed and apparently paying
the cabbie.
His wallet was left untouched in his pocket and she had
even folded up his clothes – that is one honest girl.
Personally, I would not have blamed her for taking a fee for
her trouble and dry-cleaning bill.
Looking at this from a 2017 perspective, I would personally
recommend you don’t get legless, take a girl back to your
room and fall face down comatose on the bed with loads of
baht poking out of your trousers.
You are asking to get robbed and if you get done, I doubt
you would get much sympathy from the Thai Tourist Police
or your travel insurance company.
One of the many changes from 1980 to now is that things
have got a bit more commercial and money rules in many
cases. So, it pays to be a bit more sensible.
Even so, on my last trip to the Land of Smiles which was
not long ago, it was amazing to see how many male visitors
still seem to ignore this advice and almost ask to get done
over.
Paul explained to us that many Thai females will refer to
another girl as a “sister”; this does not mean they are
related and maybe are just friends or work colleagues. Bar
girls have also twigged that many guys have a fantasy
about having two sisters together in bed and this puts the
price up, so there is money in an extended family.
Having a convenient sibling available, equals more baht
from some western punters….
Although I spoke no Thai on first few trips, I really think
Flash had the right idea trying to get a few words of local
lingo under his belt. The problem in his case was the plan
of trying to master the lingo from a phrase book a few days
before arriving was wildly optimistic.
It is not an easy language to learn; as Thai is tonal and
utilising the wrong tone (with five to choose from) can
mean a different word.
Even so, I would recommend that anyone learns a few
phrases. The local Thais will love you for trying and may
think you are an old hand who knows the ropes, so it can
save you few bob too.
Lingaphone do excellent basic language courses, plus there
are online tutors you can use with SKYPE, which being”
one-to-one” tuition can be really good.
If nothing else, it may save you shouting out “Chinese
Cabbage” instead of “Good Health” in the local bars and
looking as big an idiot as a certain member of our team did!
CHAPTER FIVE
FEBRUARY 1980
Well, Paul and I did it swiftly, but this could not be said of
our favourite pet zombie who was trailing in our wake.
The boy was still feeling no pain from the excesses of last
night and staggered along behind, still complaining to no
one in particular that he must have eaten something that
disagreed with him.
Before any of you readers get the wrong idea, when I say
leather this was not sadomasochism gear I hasten to add,
although knowing BK I am sure this is available if that is
your taste.
It was a pity the 3 for 2 promo offer, did not apply to the
girls in the beer bars next door to the shops.
Sadly, the poor boy was still looking like something found in
an archaeological dig and decided to pass on their kind
offer of a quick session spearing the bearded clam. To be
honest, they were both a bit on the rough side, but
compared to Mr. Gordon at least they appeared to be half
alive.
Khun Graham then asked her if she had eaten lunch today?
When she said yes, the plonker cracked some awful joke
that she must now be a “Full Moon” and fell about laughing
at his own wit. If nothing else, our freckle faced buffoon
seemed to amuse himself with lines from various kid’s
comics, even if nobody else finds it funny.
“That bad place” she told us,” small beds and big charge
for entertaining ladies, no good – here much better for
plenty Boom Boom and Yum Yum” – you want now?”
“Best price for you all three at once, if you like. Why not
get day loom?” the little siren purred.
But when she realised that our team were not currently in
the market for any financial transactions and looked a bit
closer at the state of “The Ginger Whinger” the girl wisely
and politely moved off to join a table of Americans on the
other side of the restaurant.
She closed the deal over there all right and fairly soon
headed upstairs with what appeared to be half of the male
population of Texas in tow…..
To be honest, the place was built in the sixties and they was
not in its first flush of youth (No, not the hotel receptionist -
the fittings!) the carpets and curtains had seen better days
and there was the odd dodgy stain here and there. But we
had not flown thousands of miles to admire the quality of
furniture.
But there in all its glory was a mega size, firm sprung
double bed. You could get half of the girls from last night’s
vist to the Thermae in action on that mattress in comfort –
perfect for your committed whoremonger.
“You fall over hookers in this place” said one of them “it is
only a trip down in the lift to the action, when his
companion in crime added “Come to think of it mate, they
are in the elevator too!”
Once inside and our eyes had adjusted to the usual dim
lighting, we were faced by a mega tank with around thirty
plus girls sitting inside with shed loads of others wandering
about.
Well, this full colour vision of lust was true for Paul and
myself, but Mr. Gordon was still suffering from alcohol
poisoning and had not dared to take his pitch-black shades
off. Blind Pugh from Treasure Island would probably had as
good chance of picking Miss Thailand as that hung-over
ginger zombie squinting through his pirated Polaroids
All the silly sod needed was a white stick and a guide dog,
but in Flash’s sad case he might have struggled to pull the
Labrador.
In fact, the lad was still seeing double, so one LBG might
have been enough for him even though he had by now
wisely switched to drinking orange juice.
In the UK, she would have been very fuckable, but here
with the stiff competition in the Land of Unlimited Rumpo, I
reckon she was a three out of ten at best.
The good news was that the VIP room we were given was
spacious and really comfortable. The pretty one of the team
ran a bath in a big tub for all three of us, as her less
attractive top mate helped me get undressed.
After stripping, we all had a dip in the hot water with the
girls both giggling when doing the usual intimate washing
of my lower regions, which I hoped was not an adverse
comment on the dimensions of my landing tackle on
display.
With their kit off, it was noticeable that the more mature
member of the team did have a big set of norks on her,
although due to hard use were both starting to head in a
southerly direction.
When all our girls had finally left us, Mr. Gordon the randy
swine that had pinched my first choice, was creased up in
fits of laughter and looked really pleased with himself.
His lame excuse was it was too warm and comfortable and
he thought he got away with it anyway, although apparently
the water went a bit of a funny colour.
If you have ever wondered why Brits abroad have a dodgy
reputation in some quarters in Thailand, look no further
than my travelling companion.
JANUARY 2017
I think if you are going to buy copies of goods, clothing,
CDs, watches or other “designer” stuff, Thailand is a great
place to go.
You don’t believe me?
Well, I learnt from Paul on my first trips to get lighter gear
suited to a tropical climate and bought a number of pirated
Bally copy slip-ons from one of the many shoe outlets
around Sukumvit Road.
These were not only brilliant in the heat of South East Asia,
but were very comfortable, looked good and worked well in
London in the summer too.
There was a time in the late eighties that I did not get back
to Thailand for over a year and was silly enough not to
stock up in advance and needed a new pair before my next
flight on Thai Airways “Nookie Express” was due.
So, I went to an official Bally Shop in New Bond Street and
paid four times what they would have cost me out in the
Land of Smiles.
But I was comforted by the fact that being expensive
originals, at least they would be great quality even at this
eye watering price.
Well, that was what I thought.
The first pair leaked badly and you could not even walk on
a damp pavement without getting soggy feet. Not good, so I
took them back and an apologetic shop assistant gave me
another new pair.
The same thing happened again and then with a third set of
shoes too. In the end, I had to have a thick rubber soles put
on to make them vaguely waterproof, which tended to
defeat the object of lightweight footwear.
The many “knock off” versions I bought for a modest
amount of baht near the Nana Hotel wore much better.
These shoes lasted and lasted, keeping my feet dry at a
fraction of the price of the real thing.
The Flashman seemed to buy more pirated goods than
Long John Silver on those first trips, but got good service
out of most of it, so rubbish it was not….
Regarding getting a couple of massage girls together, there
is a moral in this little story.
What a lot of first time farang visitors do not appreciate is
that many Thai massage and Go Go girls like a threesome
for practical reasons. This is not because they necessarily
fancy their female workmates or even you!
The reality is they get their normal wad of baht for half the
work.
I know it hurts the ego a bit, but never forget that this is a
financial transaction and money talks. As Paul used to say
“no money, no honey”, which sums the game up well.
I was also caught out by a regular scam.
Beware ,if the Mamasan or Papasan tries to persuade you
spinning the “take girl’s best friend – better for you” line.
It is maybe because they get a backhander one way or
another from an older, less pretty or desirable member of
their staff and will try to steer you away from your first
choice.
After thirty plus years, my advice is go for your original
selection and avoid “recommendations” as a normal matter
of course. (Unless you really know the manager well and
can trust his or her suggestions).
In this case, Paul felt bad.
He knew all about this technique, but as I had already
chosen well to start with, he understandably thought I was
sorted. So, after grabbing his partner our leader left me to
it with a clear conscience.
It was not his fault, but in hindsight perhaps he should have
waited before making off with his little LBG at indecent
haste to get her stripped off on the lilo, but you can hardly
blame the old fox for that.
I know PM had pangs of guilt about abandoning one of his
“apprentices” to be given bum advice by the manager. But
you live, learn and hey - I still got laid!
TIT - This is Thailand.
Paul’s tip regarding the timing of your vist to a massage
parlour can be helpful in getting the right girl and a good
experience and is perhaps well worth repeating.
In the scorching heat of Bangkok, the afternoon shift is a
good time to get your tackle washed by some little sweeties
in the suds and refresh the parts other things cannot reach.
The only problem is your selection can be a bit limited, but
if one catches your eye, I would go for it.
She will probably be fresh and you may be her first action
of the day.
If you stagger in an hour or two before they close, your
little darling may have serviced a coachload of Japanese
Tourists and could be just a touch jaded.
Well wouldn’t you be, if you had just seen more pricks in a
day than a second-hand dartboard?
In my view and with all other things being equal, a good
target time to hit the soapy stuff is around six, when
maximum girls are there and you are “up to the peaches”
before rush hour kicks off.
CHAPTER 6.
FEBRUARY 1980
GET THEM OUT FOR THE LADS
The original plan was for us all to travel by coach to Pattaya
the following morning, but then The President had a better
idea.
It might not cost that much more money per head to have
our own private limo and we then could miss the possible
rigours of a crowded coach journey. The great advantage
would be avoiding sharing our crowded mode of transport
with numerous kids, a few drunken farangs and the odd
ladyboy.
Before leaving the UK, I had booked our little team of pussy
hounds into a new complex in Wongamat area of North
Pattaya, where I had got an excellent travel trade rate on
all the rooms involved.
Just like Flash, press one bit and something else pops out
on the other side!
In only twenty minutes flat, the “A” team were back on the
street again.
But it was not until the fourth one we hailed that we got
offered something approaching a sensible price. These local
Tuk Tuk pilots were a hungry bunch of bastards….
(Come to think of it, I not sure you can have a good case of
haemorrhoids!)
After that recent little road race, I almost felt the need to
take up smoking too just to calm down.
Mr. Gordon was up for it, but as an animal lover, I felt sorry
for the dog.
The team had only been in town a few days, but already we
were getting even more picky…
Even the music was good with the girls doing twenty
minute stints, dancing in high heels, bikini tops and short
pleated skirts to the sound of AC/DC and other rock
classics.
The lad in question thought the reason the girls had not
dropped their knickers was just due to a problem with the
lingo.
The Mamasan said her income from lady drinks and bar
fines had dropped dramatically since the recent diktat from
above.
Yes, to comply with the recent ruling all the girls were fully
clothed - but the reflection in the highly-polished dance
floor showed clearly none were wearing panties.
You don’t see too many Thai women who are born naturally
blond or redheads.
She said normally 600 baht each, but special price for all
three as business was slow. Only 400 baht a time and the
last round of our drinks free, which was sort of a “buy two,
get one free” supermarket deal, but with no loyalty points.
That top linguist the renowned Mr. Gordon, took his hand
from under the skirt of Number 37 where he had been
romantically fisting the poor unfortunate girl for the last
few minutes.
This was before Paul or myself could reach for our wallets
and pass over any of the folding stuff, but our generous red
headed friend waved away our efforts to pay with a big
smile and said “my treat – fill your boots”.
Now don’t ask me how he did it, but the smooth talking sod
managed to blag money out of his bosses as a tax efficient
company “charity donation”. Apparently, they were always
keen to appear to help “Third World” causes and happily
coughed up some cash.
The fact that this was just payment for the little sweetheart
to open her legs, did not seem to register in his warped
logic.
Before you could say KFC and can I get my hands on your
family bucket, Jeab was wiggling along suggestively in her
fringed cowboy boots and mega tight jeans, which showing
her shapely derriere off to its best advantage.
In true bargirl speak, the lovely Jeab told me she had only
worked in the Zambezi for a couple of weeks and had not
been with a farang before and she hated the local Thai
guys, but was looking forward to giving me some “yum
yum”.
If she was telling the truth about her chaste past, then this
girl was a seriously fast learner.
Wow, this girl not only had long legs, but also boasted a set
of lungs that on full howl would drown out a rock band’s
stack of 200 watt Marshall amplifiers at a heavy metal
concert. I reckon my neighbouring guests got the full
benefit of her screaming in stereo that night.
But except for that slight volume issue and the fact that
this girl should come with a set of complementary earplugs,
she was really good value for money.
This sounded ideal and give a chance to chill and get our
breath back from a whirlwind start to the trip.
That boy has no finer feelings, except between his legs and
for reasons that will be apparent later, he was obviously ill
at ease in the outdoor garden environment. Surprisingly, he
did not appear to be interested in admiring the aquarist’s
paradise of the various fish or spectacular wildlife on
display.
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CHAPTER SIX
JANUARY 2017
One thing seems to have changed for the better over the
years is the quality of the Bangkok- Pattaya coaches.
These days, most seem to have good air-con, reclining
seats, a working toilet and drinks and snacks served
inflight (or in journey, in this case).
Not only are they more comfortable to ride in than back in
the day, but there are often more suitable prospects around
to chat to (or up) during the trip.
Being the ever faithful girlfriend, many local Thai bar girls
have just off-loaded their latest farang love interest at
Bangkok airport. In floods of stage managed tears, she has
managed to liberate as much of his spare baht from the
victim’s wallet as humanly possible and is now heading
back to Pattaya to get a replacement financial friendly bed
mate sorted out - pronto.
It seems a shame to disappoint them!
So in 2017, I rarely use the relatively expensive chauffer
service from Bangers to Sin City.
The journey time has improved too with better roads and
freeways, back in the eighties we seemed to be driving on
dirt tracks …
Even so, Paul’s sage like advice on both hotel cabs and tuk
tuks still holds true in my view.
This includes particularly avoiding using key words such as
“massage” as you are likely to end up with getting a hard
sell and a mega tour of the capital – which, one way or
another, you will end up picking the tab for.
This mistake is for sex tourists with “please rip me off”
written across their foreheads large.
Even though more taxis use meters now, some drivers still
try not turn it on, so ask him to get it running or negotiate
a firm price for your destination in advance.
Although world famous Patpong in 2016, has arguably sunk
to third position behind Nana Plaza and Soi Cowboy, it is
still a great place for a night out. Although it is a safe
enough option for newbies to Thailand’s sex scene, one
thing to be aware of are the notorious upstairs speciality
shows.
You will be hassled by endless touts showing pictures and
saying cheap drink and no entrance charge etc. They will
offer everything from girls shooting darts from the lower
parts of their anatomies, to lesbian acts involving a hamster
and a greased melon.
Sounds fun, except maybe for the furry rodent involved….
But be warned, like their counterparts in London’s Soho,
some of these upstairs clip joints will give you an
outrageous bill for a few beers and a team of menacing
looking Thai bouncers will stand over until you pay, one
way or another.
This may even include escorting you to a convenient ATM,
to get the “cash due”.
If this happens to you, my advice is to smile and try to get
the price reduced a bit by polite negotiation.
Whatever occurs, don’t lose your temper and get into a
fracas which you are likely to lose big-time. If the worst
comes to the worst, personally I would pay up, make a note
of exactly which bar it is and report it to the Tourist Police.
They may or may not do much about it, but appears a
better option that getting a beating from a few local
sadistic kick boxers.
Best advice of all is do not go upstairs in Patpong, full stop.
These places are traps for mug punters – so don’t become
cannon fodder.
Another tip which Paul Martin showed us, was to normally
pay the check bin (usually a plastic container with the bill
in) after each round and always try and make sure you have
some small bills.
This stops you waiting around for change and most
importantly clears the amount owed each time you order a
load of drinks. Let them build up and it is really difficult to
keep tabs on how many beers you have got for your mates
and any girl’s “lady drinks” you are buying.
An unscrupulous bar owner can easily put a few extra
“bogus” ones in and you would be none the wiser – classic
scam for farangs who have had a few too many. Don’t be
one of them!
My encounter with Jeab was typical of some of the
experienced bar girls..
There is an old expat saying in Thailand, that Paul used to
repeat –
Question: “How do you tell if a bargirl is lying? Answer:
“Her lips are moving!”.
Question: “What if her lips are not moving?” Answer: “She
is thinking about her next lie!”
Maybe a bit harsh, but some of these Thai ladies of the
night are practised, smooth operators and will say what you
what to hear to try and relieve the unwary mark of
maximum cash.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
Many of these girls come from the rural poor North East
province of the country and may well have a child at back
home being looked after by family members.
One thing you can bet your house on, is that these street
smart operators know what really hits the spot with us guys
(or girls).
They sweetly look into your eyes and say they prefer
whatever nationality you are as a matter of course.
The same lie is peddled to Japanese or Middle Eastern
tourists, if they are the next punter from that part of the
world in the bar and so on” ad nauseam”.
When they leave you after putting a wad of folding drinking
vouchers in their handbags, many may head off to their
Thai husbands/boyfriends –it is just another day (night) at
the office to them.
I am not complaining about Jeab.
She was great between the sheets and we both got
something out of it (me a great blow job - her 1500 baht),
but that girl certainly knew the ropes.
Today, it is much easier to find “guest friendly” hotels and
avoid paying a “joining fee” which is a total waste of money.
Just pop the above phrase into your computer search
engine and take your pick of suitable venues.
Back in 1980, you had to rely on personal experience or
recommendations from fellow travellers.
Some things were better back in those heady days, but this
an area that has improved with age.
I have heard a few long-term Far East travellers and
writers state Pattaya was a fishing village back in the early
eighties, don’t believe them!
Yes, you could see it origins in those far-off days, but it was
a thriving little beach resort even then, following on after
its early years as an American R+R spot during the
Vietnam War.
Of all the places I first visted in the Land of Smiles thirty
odd years ago, Pattaya is the one that has changed the
most. It is really a city now, with no sign of the
development slowing down. Not only the size has grown,
the ethnic mix has changed too.
In 1980, it tended to be Brits, Germans, French, Americans
and Scandinavians, with some Middle East visitors. Today
vast numbers of Russians and Chinese have flooded to the
resort.
The moral is, don’t go to Sin City if you want a quiet time.
I read somewhere there are 60,000 girls working every
night in Pattaya.
Heaven knows how they come up with these figures, but
you certainly have a good choice of available bed mates for
a “pay to play” session. If you cannot find at least one
stunner with that amount of LBGs to choose from, I would
take up a different hobby….
CHAPTER SEVEN
FEBRUARY 1980
The great thing about both these guys was they were
always chilled about what to do and up for just about
anything making them ideal travelling companions.
The good news from Paul was one of the largest down town
hotels boasted a decent sized massage parlour, so a
cunning plan was agreed comprising of a quick slither in
the soapy stuff straight after refreshing the inner man with
a few platefuls of the local cuisine.
These little lads looked about six or seven years old and
spoke virtually no English, but kept saying “Khun
American”. I guess they thought we were an advance party
from Uncle Sam’s Navy, which was due to dock anytime
soon.
The only martial art our old mate Graham looks fit for is a
short round of Origami.
Never take your eye off the ball as the old saying goes,
sadly Mr. Gordon took his eye off both his.
They reckon you don’t hear the bullet that kills you and the
Flashman certainly did not see this coming in a blur of a
size two flip-flop.
The poor young lad looked a bit worried at the sight of the
angry farang rolling around on the floor muttering assorted
strange unintelligible oaths.
Once Paul had wiped the tears of concern off his face and
could breathe unaided without oxygen, he slipped both the
micro fighter and his little pal a crisp 100 baht note each
after asking if they would like to give our top warrior a
return bout and did they have any attractive sisters?
Just like The President and myself, Flash was also weeping
and having difficulty in speaking in a vaguely male voice. In
fact, he made the average ladyboy sound like Barry White.
Plus, unlike the capital city, you could even walk in the road
sometimes without being an immediate road casualty.
For some reason, the lad kept putting his hand down the
front of his shorts to apparently do a swift stock check.
Well, that was his excuse and Paul helpfully told him he
could go very short-sighted doing this type of self-abuse in
public. But true to form, Flash ignored the warnings and
carried on making sure he still had a full quota of love spud
and with his hand in his pocket enjoyed a swift game of
“pocket billiards”.
Quickly our table was starting to look like a set from the
film “Blazing Inferno”.
Paul and I had a valiant go at putting out the blaze with our
remaining dregs of beer, but without success. Things must
have been desperate, if we were wasting the remains of our
last two bottles of Leo.
This phrase cast its spell and predictably this was enough
of an inducement to make our horny, if slightly singed little
team check it out as a matter of urgency.
The place was a bit like a Thai version of Dr. Who’s Tardis
and was a lot bigger on the inside that it looked in the
street. Which as Paul wryly pointed out was the exact
opposite of Mr. Gordon’s posing pouches.
Add a pretty face and a sensual smile and the 1500 baht for
full “special service” was out of my wallet and into the
manageress’s sticky hand before you could say Kup Kuhn
Khrap.
Just as the little darling put her arm through mine and
looked up smiling sweetly, the door behind us burst open
and a boat load of what sounded like the whole American
fleet poured in.
These sailor boys may have been celibate on the briny for
heaven knows how long and in the rush to empty their
tanks, could have emptied the whole massage parlour tank
on the spot - if that makes sense.
In that cesspit that passes for his mind, this greediness was
justified. As everybody’s favourite Good Samaritan he felt
that maximum cash must be distributed to help the needy.
She spoke quite a bit of English and said the girls were
worried about trouble from our USA military visitors, as
apparently last time the Navy was in town things got a bit
lively with numerous punch-ups and some collateral
damage in reception.
This young lady did not bother with underwear and was in
full commando mode.
Khun Pespi was playful and could giggle for Thailand and
looked a handful in more ways than one, but interestingly
there was a total lack of any pubic hair on display.
After moving across the room and lying face down on the
warm mattress on the floor as politely instructed, I felt the
gentle sensation of young Pepsi pouring a mixture of hot
water and requisite portion of slippery soap gently all over
my back and lower regions. Relaxing in this warm haze and
giving the lilo the full benefit of my serious hard-on which
was growing after my little sweetheart started down below
with her large, erect nipples scratching up and down the
back of my legs and thighs.
Everything was well with the world and I was just imaging
how she would look flat on her back with her legs over my
shoulders, when there was the “mother” of all explosions
close by which sounded like a grenade launcher in action.
I was used to Dirty Flash, but this was a bit more worrying.
Then at that very moment the door was flung open with a
resounding crash.
Luckily, she did not even appear look down at Little Jack,
who true to form had let me down by shrinking to the size
of a small cocktail sausage in all the excitement.
They were still wobbling, when after a few minutes the girl
explained that my portly farang friend in the berth next
door, (described accurately by her as the chubby, greedy
one with red hair who had grabbed two girls), had
managed to make the rubber lilo explode under the
combined weight of his gleesome threesome.
She said “both her two friends upset, as rubber beds are
much, much expensive”.
Ever gracious our pal had blamed them for the mishap and
was trying to explain his innocence in Thai to all and
sundry, but apparently nobody understood anything he was
saying.
Pepsi was a real delight and took off her shower cap off and
shook her locks, displaying a long plait reaching down to
her cute little bum.
Lazy, maybe?
Many guys think it is the width that you need to watch, but
as long as you go steady most Asian girls will adjust to take
what you have on offer girth wise. A little help from a
lubricant can help to make things a bit easier, but if they
can give birth OK, nothing most of us have between our
legs is likely to cause them major problems in this area is
it?
I must be in love!
So beware all you newbies, these Thai girls can snare the
unwary with a smile or a wiggle of those beautiful hips.
JANUARY 2017
There were not many “baht buses” around Sex City, back in
eighties.
Of all the parts of Thailand I have visited regularly over the
last thirty years; Pattaya has changed the most and not
perhaps all for the best…
Some say it was just a sleepy little fishing village back in
those heady days - don’t you believe them !
It was a thriving bustling seaside resort even in 1980,
although you could see traces of where the old place used
to be.
Today, it is an ever-expanding metropolis and even the
street names have changed. There was no “Walking Street”
on my first vist and the place had a fun small town, laid
back atmosphere.
Although it boasted a handful of massage parlours and
small outside bars or beer gardens, there were relatively
few go go bars when compared with BK,but it had its own
relaxed seaside charm.
A bit like a mini Bognor Regis in the UK, but with
guaranteed sun and hot + cold running LBGs on tap..
The incident where the redoubtable Flashman got hit in the
nuts has an underlying moral. Try not to get into any form
of fracas in Thailand, even if your opponent is a
microscopic ninja or you may end up the worst for wear.
I have seen cute little LBGs hand out some serious
punishment to an over aggressive customer. Small they
may be, but kick boxing is a national pastime, so be
warned.
The PM used to tell us, start a fight with one Thai and you
end up battling the whole nation. They do not have our
English sense of fair play and are unlikely to fight by the
Marquis of Queensbury’s rules.
You may get the better of one, but he (or she) is likely to
come back with half a dozen mates and knock seven shades
of tripe out of you.
The other insight this chapter gives of Thai nature, was the
incompetent waiter nearly starting the great fire of Pattaya.
Looking back, all he wanted to do was to avoid losing face
by admitting he had not a clue how to produce some Irish
Coffees without nearly cooking us all in a blazing inferno.
What Flash and I did not understand on our first trip, was
that the Thai population smile for a variety of reasons.
We Westerners tend to do this if we are happy with life or
pleased to see somebody. It can be the same for the Thais,
but it can also mean they don’t know an answer and are
trying to be polite.
The most violent bar fight I ever saw in Asia, was in
Patpong, where a stupid, drunken South African guy
started verbally and physically abusing a bar girl. He was
shouting at the top of his voice and pushing her around.
This continued for quite a few minutes, in full view of her
friends and colleagues.
The whole time this tirade was going on, the little
sweetheart looked serene and smiled sweetly, whilst she
quietly grabbed a full bottle of beer off the bar and held it
behind her back.
The moment the guy turned away from the innocently
smiling little darling, she struck her “ex-boyfriend”
suddenly over the head with all her strength with a Singha
“cosh”.
The guy went down like he was poleaxed and she and her
friends then proceeded to set about his unconscious form
on the floor with whatever came to hand. Fists, feet, stiletto
shoes – the Farang involved was lucky there were no
knives, axes or guns lying around or they would have been
stitching him together in the Bangkok morgue.
Hell has no fury, like a pole dancer spurned!
I reckon if the girl involved had found a meat cleaver laying
around, the poor bastard would have been missing his most
important bits.
During and after the whole brief, brutal business, her sweet
endearing smile never wavered.
The same incident, also gave me an insight into how justice
can work or not in the kingdom.
After a swift phone call from the Mamasan, the Thai Police
turned up at the bar pretty sharpish. The Boys in Brown
chatted to a couple of the dancers and then helpfully kicked
the heap on the floor to see if there were signs of life. Then
to make the guy’s day perfect, bundled him into a squad
car and apparently took him down to the cells.
I asked one of the other girls who was sitting on my lap
after the incident, what the score was.
My latest companion laughed and said it was pretty obvious
that in a Thai v Westerner conflict in the Kingdom, the Thai
usually wins.
Plus, she said the Farang has money to pay the fine. Police
paperwork will say the idiot was drunk, caused disturbance
and fell off bar stool knocking his head on a bottle on the
way to the floor – shame.
So, don’t be taken in by the smile, it is what is behind it
that matters.
It might be a flying bottle!
CHAPTER EIGHT
FEBRUARY 1980
Paranoid or what?
He then raised the question of why did the little bastard try
and run off so fast, if he did not understand the lingo?
The nearest Mr. Gordon had been to The Emerald Isle was
pouring some free pints of Guinness down his neck last
March, after the two of us gate-crashed a St Patrick’s Day
party back home in a pub located in London’s Earls Court
area.
Even so, somehow I cannot see him topping the IRA’s hit
list.
My room was like a fridge, but after turning down the air
con to the lowest setting, I was deep in the dreamless the
second my head hit the pillow.
But what was not so amazing was that the lad was already
trying and failing to get his cubby fingers up the
unfortunate waitress’s short skirt, in between demolishing
a mountain of croissants and black coffee.
Maybe “Flash the Jackal” had just not sobered up yet, but
he did seem to have developed a slight twitch whenever
there was a crash coming from the kitchen area.
Let’s face it; if we got the ball over the net, it was a result
and The Flashman was proud if he managed to serve
overarm.
Not knowing what to expect on our first Far East jaunt and
against Paul’s sage like advice, both of us had taken up
valuable suitcase space by packing a racket, balls and full
whites. The idea was that we were ready if the occasion
arose to show our sporting prowess in action.
So when the buffet was finally empty, it was time for the
two top athletes to reluctantly get ready for our
appearance on the Centre Court, Pattaya for the Wongamat
Open.
I went straight to the bar and bought two mega family sized
bottles of orange squash to take care of our fluid intake.
OK, lemon barley would have been more traditional, but
this is not a big seller in the Land of Smiles. The master
strategy was to hydrate big time and wear a baseball cap,
cover up with sun cream, sport dark glasses and sweat
bands on wrists, head and anywhere else that might get a
bit damp…
In fact, the whole thing almost felt like a good idea, just at
that particular moment in time. Particularly, when two
young and pretty blond Scandinavian girls with brown legs
up to their armpits asked for our autographs on a menu
stolen from the hotel restaurant….
In this part of South East Asia, there is hot, very hot and
you are joking. By lunchtime the temperature around here
was bordering on ridiculous.
This was the exception that makes the rule and we needed
to stop the sweat literally running down our faces.
I read somewhere, that the human mind can erase pain. For
example, if you ask a woman about childbirth, she may
have forgotten the agonies of labour and discomfort of
carrying a baby, but will only recall the thrill of holding her
new-born offspring.
Well, this was the same and it seemed to go on for nine
months too…
But the best thing was that it was so scorchingly hot, that
for once, Mr. Gordon did not have the breath to cheat.
The lad was sure the audience recognised his vast sporting
talents. But nobody looked that deranged to me, so I reckon
it was more of a sympathy vote for us two poor idiots
providing the comedy hour rather than an indication of our
debatable tennis prowess.
These fresh natural Thai fruit juices are so good that both
of us chose the healthy option instead of a customary beer.
Flash and I must have drunk a gallon or two of vitamin C,
whilst reliving the recent Thai version of the Davis Cup in
vivid detail for the PM’s benefit.
Paul had a keen interest in sport generally, but felt that you
need to keep your energy for as many bouts of horizontal
folk dancing as possible when in Asia and not waste it
chasing a ball around in the midday sun.
After all, you can play cricket or golf back home in blighty,
so why waste valuable time when you are surrounded by
attractive totty?
I know some of these Navy lads may have been at sea for a
long time and it can be any port in a storm. But even Flash
reckoned you would need to be outside at least a dozen
Singhas, a couple of bottles of Mekong whiskey, plus have a
bag to put over her head before you had a crack at some of
the LBGs on display that night.
That gives you an idea how rough some of the available
female talent was…
Paul had seen it all before and explained that this was a
clever scam.
Thai girls seem to have a soft spot for stuff like this and are
very persuasive in getting you to hand over your hard
earned.
Maybe the sly old fox is getting soft in his old age, but
somehow I doubt it., I felt a spoof coming on…
The mug punter fell for the old confidence trick and after
being badly beaten by his two female companions, had to
ring the bell in the bar to buy a round for everyone.
This was his forfeit for losing, but the sight of his two
companions bending over the table in short skirts to take a
“safety” shot made it almost worth the money that our
favourite lawyer had paid out.
Flash had not even noticed his brief departure and after
sitting back on the bar stool, Paul replaced the matching
the pair of waitresses back on his lap in their original
positions.
OK, their English was a bit rudimentary, but these girls let
their fingers do the talking and had hands inside my boxer
shorts before you could say the magic words “bar fine” or
“short time”.
After going over to the dark side quicker than Darth Vader
on steroids, the ladies continued where we all had left off
before by giving Little Jack a good airing.
Pretty soon, Paul and Flash were also in the same state of
partial undress on the next two sofas along.
Well, this is Thailand, but the team were then faced with a
slight dilemma.
This did not seem a very fair deal for our mentor with his
two apprentices having all the fun, but the PM said he had
sampled the delights of a full hand massage many times
before. So, although he was sad to miss it on this occasion,
the old fox was very happy to” mind the shop” in the
meantime and hopefully avoid any of Uncle Sam’s Navy
getting hold of our latest beddable girlfriends.
Paul had the tough job of looking after six young, sexy
nubile girls, but seemed up for it and said he would try to
keep them warm for us in the meantime.
The best news was that there was not a trace of the ancient
mariner and his pals from the Uncle Sam’s sea going
contingent, just a number of smart looking businessmen
and farang holiday makers milling about. Some sporting a
mouth-watering selection of top class Thai totty on their
arms
The other good news was that when we strolled into the
large massage parlour reception, it was obvious that there
was a very decent selection on display in the haunted fish
tank.
The slight down side was it was twice the price of Pepsi’s
place yesterday, but at least a regular hand massage was a
cheaper option than the full soapy, so it did not cause too
much excessive strain on our wallets.
Making a final choice here was not easy with such a large
group of LBGs behind the glass and sitting under the lights,
but my beady eyes noticed number 59 who was watching
TV in the third row.
Large colour TV, music, soft casual chairs, a mega bath and
a giant bed – perfect for recuperation from the Great
Pattaya Tennis Open and ideal for a few forehand
manoeuvres.
Show me one straight guy that tells you that he would say
no and I will show you a fibber !
Having sensitive feet this tickled a bit, but Cat made it feel
really felt great and I nearly cried out “Puss, Puss” a few
times, but managed to fortunately avoid any silly attempts
at humour.
My one worry was that the King of Prats, dear old Flash,
might cause a major explosion, fire, flood, hordes of locusts
or any other unwelcome calamity next door.
So far, so good.
This was ideal for lazy devils like myself. The girl involved
does most of the work and you just play a quick game of
“hide the sausage” at the end and then hand over the cash
– perfect.
The deal swiftly agreed between Cat, Little Jack and myself,
was that I pay 500 baht for just a BJ, with no full sex after.
Cat was sweet, but business like and appeared to have
been around the block a few times on the negotiation front.
You can easily end up feeling a bit like Flash when he got
kicked in this delicate area by our little Thai boxing friend
and you pray your female partner does not get a sudden
attack of lock jaw at an inopportune moment.
No, Cat had it just right and then moved onto the underside
of the old fella and worked her tongue up and down the
shaft after popping another ice cube into her mouth and
paying full attention to the throbbing bell end.
To make it even more fun, the girl lay on her back on the
edge of the bed and encouraged me to stand in front of her
and do an impression of a circus sword swallowing act.
Little Jack was in so deep, that my pubic hair was brushing
her lips, but Cat did not even gag – amazing.
Cat then innocently opened her mouth, put her tongue out
to show me what I had produced and swallowed the lot,
laughing and saying “thousands of babies”.
Even though the fee of 500 baht had been agreed for a BJ
in advance, I pushed 1500 worth of notes into her little
brown fingers and mumbled Kup Khun Khrap.
Well, I had just had the best and most enjoyable suck job in
my life, so work beyond the call of duty like this should be
well rewarded.
Cat looked at the wad of cash and said “no, you pay too
much” with a quizzical look on her face, but looked
genuinely thrilled when I explained that she deserved it.
My top girl of the moment then gave me a high wai and
kissed me passionately on the lips.
This all seemed to happen a bit on the quick side, but the
girl’s swift exit may have had something to do with seeing a
crumpled heap of something unpleasant nursing a Singha
beer and sprawled by the entrance.
You could hardly blame her for doing a runner; it was not a
pleasant sight.
“That silly tart nearly pulled the old fella off and charged
me 500 baht for the privilege”. He said, visibly winching at
the memory of the recent less than sensual hand job.
Being ever the diplomat, I decided that now was not a good
time to let the Flashman know I had enjoyed the most
exciting and satisfying oral sex ever.
I felt the safest option with Flash around was to get back to
the Fallen Angel Bar and speedily collect our girls. We
could then grab a bite to eat and head off to our hotel
rooms for a bit more action between the sheets and
cunningly avoid taking the risk of getting our heads kicked
in on the street, which might ruin our day.
After getting lost only about a dozen times, the dynamic
duo finally managed to locate the correct small soi and the
welcoming neon sign beckoned us inside.
JANUARY 2017
I doubt if many of you readers are daft enough to try and
play sports (the outside variety) in a tropical climate
,without being a bit more sensible than we were back in the
eighties – it was amazing we even used sunblock.
It was lucky we did not try this stunt on our second trip to
the Kingdom that year in August which was smack in the
rainy season, the humidity then was really crippling – so be
warned.
One thing that amazed me from my early vists to Thailand
and right up to today, is how many farangs are walking
around showing signs of really painful sunburn.
As an old Thai hand, Paul’s advice was avoid bearing your
skin to the elements. You are here to get your leg over as
many beautiful girls as possible, not to try and come home
bronzed.
You know what is like when the sun worship has been
overdone (not hard in a climate like this) and you are sore
and peeling all over.
Forgetting the potential long term health damage, this
condition can take weeks to get back to normal and that
ruins the main reason for the trip. It will not be a pleasure
to share a bath with a pair of stunning LBGs and have them
sliding all over you when even just getting touched is
agony.
The classic case is to fall asleep by the pool on your first
few days, when still suffering from jetlag and then wake up
looking like an underdone burger - red and sore. You have
just blown the main purpose of your trip in the first few
hours……
PM used to advise that if you want a tan either use a
sunbed at home or go to Spain or some other European
resort that is without beautiful, cheap and available LBGs
on offer everywhere you look. Vist the Mediterranean and
concentrate on coming home a nice brown colour, but in
Thailand you are here for another purpose.
Paul certainly practised what he preached, always going
home as white as he arrived.
In fact, probably lighter as he had spent most of the time
up to his neck being scrubbed in soapy water.
The funny thing for us Westerners to understand is that the
local girls love this colour.
As the old rogue explained to Flash and myself on our first
Asian jaunt. In Thailand, most locals want to be as pale
skinned as possible, hence all the products that can be
bought over the counter at the chemists to bleach skin. The
whiter you are, the more upmarket you are seen to be.
Many of the girls in bars and massage parlours are from
the North-East Province having darker completions and try
hard to lighten their natural skin colour with all sorts of
dodgy chemicals.
In some parts of the world, a tan is looked upon as
attractive and shows health and affluence, but in The Land
of Smiles, the reverse is true.
Pasty white is good!
Seeing that guy selling overpriced fluffy toys in Pattaya was
a classic piece of opportunism.
These are aimed at generous farangs with a little honey on
their arms, it can be difficult to say no under pressure just
as you are heading off for a few pleasurable hours in the
sack.
You tend to be influenced by your crutch rather than your
head in these circumstances, but try and avoid wasting
valuable cash on a stuffed teddy, when it is stuffed pussy
you are really after.
Over the intervening years, I have been in Pattaya many
times when there has been a military “invasion”. It can be
fine, but I think the principle of getting out on the prowl
early and tucked up with a nubile young girl before it all
really kicks off later, is still a good one.
My experience with Miss 44 at the Royal Orchid Massage
Parlour was interesting.
It must have been an exceptional oral session, as all these
years later, I can remember it all in full Technicolor detail
and it still gives Little Jack odd stirrings!
Paul had been told in his early trips by some ex-pats living
in the region, that a double number i.e. 22, 33, 44 etc.; can
indicate a girl with a speciality skill in the bonking
department.
I cannot guarantee this is always correct, as there has been
the odd double number in my time that has done a starfish
impression and disappointed, but there could be some truth
in the principle.
Maybe the owners of the naughty establishments award
these numbers to the best performers?
Anyway, I reckon you will have fun checking it out. You can
play a sort of Thai bingo, but just don’t shout “house” at the
wrong moment ….
There is big difference from a soapy or oil massage to the
regular traditional hand version which is much more hard-
core and physical.
I usually get a hand massage when I first hit town after a
long-haul flight as it seems worth the pain, just to ease the
muscles and get in half decent condition for a bash at the
fleshpots in Nana, Soi Cowboy and Patpong.
The older you get the more it seems to be a good
investment to loosen up.
For the rest of the trip, I personably usually wimp out and
settle for a sensual time in the suds or having a well-oiled
LBG slipping all over the old body. Although, a quick foot
massage for a few baht is a good option to revitalise things
and is a relaxing way to spend a bit of time between
chasing pussy.
CHAPTER 9
FEBRUARY 1980
OPERATION COBRA
Paul had virtually got our girls “gift wrapped” and ready for
action, when Flash and my good self finally hobbled back
into the Angel Bar.
The little darling that was standing alongside him was also
holding his drink and feeding the old rascal sips of beer,
whilst gently mopping his mouth with a paper napkin.
This gave Paul free rein to explore what all the members of
his attentive team of little helpers were wearing (or not)
under their very short skirts.
Having finally left the small soi and managed to get back
onto the main though fare without a mishap, we were then
battling our way through a mixture of hustling Thais,
drunken Farangs and Uncle Sam’s maritime best.
A food stop was next on the agenda, as all our team were
hungry including our three new girlfriends.
Well, show me a bar girl who ever refuses food, the big
question is how do they stay so slim? Answers on a
postcard ect.; ect.…
Just for the record, I just hasten to add that this was NOT
the previous establishment that nearly incinerated us all
the day before in the infamous exploding “Irish Coffees”
fiasco.
The girls said that it was “no good eat – very much baht”
and they were having none of it and instructed us to follow
them to a really great “no fallang place” that they all eat in
regularly and was only a short walk away.
He loved exotic girls, but basic English grub was top of his
eating wish list.
But even Paul thought the local cuisine on offer smelt really
good and we were quickly letting the female part of the
group, order a variety of culinary delights in rapid Thai.
For a moment, the lad could not work out if he was being
spoofed, but went strangely quiet. His face displayed a
strange white, lumpy colour and our hero drank every can
of Coke and Fanta on the table, whilst apparently trying to
get the taste out of his mouth.
This attractive ladyboy then told Paul that she still had a
complete set of working landing tackle and pulled up her
mini skirt to prove a point (or her point in this situation).
The girl had said she was shy, but after the obligatory
appointment with the soap the young lady in question
walked out of the bathroom wearing just a small towel. The
little darling then casually dropped it to the floor and asked
“you like much?”
Little Jack liked her even more than me. The little sod
showed it by jumping to attention and poking his head
outside my silk counterfeit “Kelvin Klein’s” for a better look
at the goods on offer.
But looking at little Noi.3 in the buff, she was like a small
exquisite Thai Doll complete with her pert breasts, large
erect brown nipples (told you it was chilly) and areolas
which seemed to cover a high percentage of her brace of
impressively firm mammary glands.
Add a few wisps of soft pubic hair, plus a tiny waist and Noi
the Third was built to be the perfect spinner.
Even though both Little Jack and his owner were itching to
give the bed springs a full workout, as is the custom, I also
had a turn in the bathroom.
I think she was a bit over optimistic there and would only
need a small flannel, but being a loyal friend and a sensitive
soul, I will avoid casting aspersions on the poor boy’s
naughty bits during these moments of obvious stress and
danger.
The lady was not exactly overdressed herself and was just
sporting just a brief tee-shirt which appeared to have been
put on back to front in a hurry and nearly came down to
her navel.
I agreed and said “ Germany could win the next one against
the English on penalties” and they both laughed, smiled
and wisely headed for their room a bit sharpish before the
nude Phantom of the Opera returned for Act Two of the
drama.
Well, dear old Flash had a thing about snakes, big time.
A blow job from a pit viper was not my idea of a good time.
But all was well, as she quickly came back holding a small
brightly coloured snake, which she shook at me laughing fit
to burst.
Being the brave, all action hero, I jumped a mile and nearly
had a major accident on the spot in my hastily put on jeans.
It may only be little one, but in these exotic climes who
know what deadly poison it had on board.
The poor guy had not only had his night time sleep rudely
interrupted, but to make matters worse, he had to listen to
Flash trying to speak “fluent” Thai from a guidebook at the
top of his voice.
The Third Noi had a near perfect little body with that
smooth dark skin so liked by many westerners punters, but
not so popular with the Thai male population.
She tasted as good as she looked and made all the right
sounds. So much so, I nearly believed her story of not
having a farang before and being “farm fresh”.
They can smell fear a mile away, our carrot headed warrior
told the hushed room, whilst he was bravely emptying the
whole bottle of tomato sauce over his modest mountain of
food.
So it ended up a lazy day for all the team, but I think we all
enjoyed our downtime.
Noi 3 seemed a bit more experienced than she let on, but
was great fun in the sack and we spent an hour in the bath
trying various underwater positions and playing “hide the
soap”.
The hours went by all too quickly and she seemed very
happy with the standard 1500-baht fee and waved us all
goodbye, as the coach trundled off up the Sukumvit road on
the way from Sin City back to Bangers.
Paul was still quietly smiling at the snake spoof and I think
he was a bit embarrassed that it worked quite so well.
The President’s main regret was that we could not film the
edifying spectacle of Mr. Gordon nude with his new
girlfriend nearly in the same state, running in hysterics
around the pitch-black garden in the middle of the night
whilst being chased by a 40-baht plastic cobra.
FEBRUARY 1980
The little rascal had been a bit on the sore side servicing
Noi 3 that same afternoon, but I had put this down to all
the excess friction in a number of recent rather tight places
that he had been exploring.
Let’s face it; the old fella had seen more action “spearing
the bearded clam” in the last few days than in the previous
year.
The game plan was to meet down in the coffee shop around
seven, following a quick pit stop upstairs to clean up and
prepare for action.
Due to some fast foot work that Fred Astir would have been
proud of, which included a nimble body swerve that just
managed to save Little Jack and his owner from ending up
gracing the front bumper of a Tuk Tuk heading for Patpong
at speed, we made it.
Well, there was just one tiny flaw in the scheme and that
was that the whole team were due to go on the town
tonight and organising some serious action for us all.
Anyway, I had noticed the working Thai girls often gave the
old fella a loving squeeze to check for discharge before
getting down to serious business.
This must be how General Custer must have felt at his last
stand at Little Bighorn, when surrounded by hordes of
Sioux Indians all hunting and hungry for scalps.
In fact, last stand was quite apt as Little Jack had woken
up, sneezed and was going through his usual warm up
exercises.
On the sick list or not, the randy little sod was ready to
start playing a game of doctors and nurses again if called to
action.
So, we signed the modest bill and headed back out into the
noise and heat of Soi 4.
The painful problem was that the lone barker outside had
grabbed our boy by the nuts in a vice like grip and hustled
him into the dive at speed.
The tone got even higher as the young lady who was
ushering us in, squeezed a bit harder to ensure the lad
followed meekly behind.
This boy was the worst for wear big time, but the obvious
lack of punters said it all.
Without being too cruel, the venerable female staff were all
in the six pinter plus bracket. i.e. you would need a skinful
to consider giving them a portion.
Well, I am sure she was once, but that must have been
going back a bit and Paul’s companion looked about the
same vintage. I know the old saying about “many a good
tune being played on an old fiddle” but this pair of violins
had too many miles on the clock for us.
Just liven things up a bit more, the bell rang again. There
was much excitement and squeals of delight from both the
girls and the Flashman, as more complimentary drinks
magically appeared.
They say blonds have more fun and Big Eric was now his
new best buddy.
The deal that our legal eagle had struck was that if we
could get the legless Viking back safely to his hotel, then
Big E would pay any of our bar fines as a little “thank you”.
The good news was that the Norseman was also staying at
the Nana, so the deal should not inconvenience us too
much.
“Told you that flea bitten thing was coochie. Man’s best
friend? Don’t make me laugh” muttered Khun Gordon
whilst scratching all over in a demented manner and paying
particular attention to his crotch.
“Reckon I have visitors down in the pubic area - get out and
walk you lazy little bastards” our man said loudly whilst
looking inside his shorts, just as we burst into the lobby.
She was all smiles with Paul and myself, but then suddenly
looked less than delighted to see our new main man lurking
at the back of the team. At this point our favourite Viking
was asleep on Flash’s shoulder and quietly dribbling over
his shirt.
“Oh no, him again, bad, bad man” Amy said “he pee-pee in
plant pot yesterday, I think palm is dying” and went into
horticultural details of how human liquid waste is not good
news for tropical foliage.
It was a small place, but the quality was good and most of
the dozen or so LDGs on display would fit the bill for an
hour or two’s fun in the suds. It was made even sweeter, as
a certain fair headed Nordic sponsor was bank rolling the
operation.
How did he deliver the legless Eric back to his room at the
Nana and get back here in record time?
“Old Eric the Viking hums a bit, but has a heart of gold”
Khun Gordon shared with us and laughed as he said “but I
bet the fat sod has not seen his dick in years with that beer
gut in the way”
Not sure the Emerald Hotel front desk would agree, but it
is nice to know the age of chivalry is not yet dead, even if
the hotel plant pots are!
CHAPTER 10
JANUARY 2017
One of the things that has changed in Thailand is condoms
or back in 1980 the lack of them!
This was before the AIDS situation was widely publicised
and although I am sure a few married guys used rubbers, I
never met any in my time out there in the early eighties.
Most of us had a full check-up for the odd unpleasant social
disease when we got home, but in my personal experience
there were usually surprisingly few problems. Maybe we
were just lucky, but the biggest worry then was some of the
more drug-resistant strains of gonorrhoea like the infamous
“Bangkok Rose”.
This was apparently a hangover from the Vietnam War and
came about by American GIs taking antibiotics as a
preventative, but even this nasty condition was never a real
issue.
In fact, we were more worried about drinking the water.
I know on a later trip Paul developed hepatitis after a week
we spent together enjoying the nightlife in BK.
We eat the same food, screwed the same girls and drank
the same liquid refreshment all the trip. The only difference
was that unlike The President, I never took ice in my drinks
and did not turn yellow.
A coincidence? Maybe, but I still don’t trust local ice cubes
and take my juice (and if possible LBGs too) “au natural” -
old habits die hard.
Today in 2017, most girls have condoms and are used to
using them, but I reckon you are wise to take your own
trusted brand and avoid the local stuff.
It can ruin the romantic moment to say the least if the local
variety splits or is too tight, so be warned they can be
smaller. Being classed as XL can be good for the ego, but
bad on the enjoyment stakes if the wretched things will not
go on…
The massage parlours and bars that tend to service the
local market seem to be the exception, as many Thai men
who frequent these places seem to demand “bareback” sex
even with the risks involved.
Some of the freelancers will also offer unprotected sex at a
price, but it is a gamble that every Thailand “Partier” has to
decide for themselves.
Now, I thought long and hard (bad choice of words!!)
before including this next story.
I should also make it clear that I do not necessarily
condone this behaviour or advise any of you good readers
to try it, but for the sake of accuracy and honesty the
following really happened and perhaps should be recorded
for posterity.
Just for this one cautionary tale, let’s fast forward a few
years to 1989.
At this time, our hero, Graham Gordon Esq; (i.e. “The Beast
of Bangkok”) was engaged to the new love of his life back
in the UK, the darling Vanessa.
His fiancé was suspicious, devious and had put her little
size four foot down and managed to stop Flash seeing any
of his old mates, which included Paul and myself.
The two of them had become engaged recently and there
was no way this young lady would sanction any little trips
to Asia for her future husband, as she was convinced we
were a bad influence on her beloved’s moral compass.
At this time, PM and myself had organised a debauched
week of wine, women and song (except neither of us drank
or sang) in Manila, which was based around the girls in the
local bar scene.
So I was more than surprised, when the Flashman rang me
out of the blue for the dates and asked us to sort out his
hotel reservation as close to the red-light action as
possible.
Meeting up for a discrete drink to avoid detection by the
enemy, the crafty old lecher explained that he had told (the
soon to be) Mrs. Gordon that he had to attend a boring
week’s law conference in Dubai.
Unfortunately, it was a company rule that you could not
bring your other half, but by attending it would help him
reach senior partner status quicker.
The extra money after this future promotion, could be used
to secure her a dream home following their forthcoming
nuptials.
“Chez Flash” an upmarket love nest was on the cards.
Obviously, he was heartbroken at having to leave her for a
few days. But it was important for his career and a lonely
boring week in a hotel room in the Middle East, was a small
price to pay for long term domestic bliss.
Amazingly, bare faced greed won and the silly little cow
bought the story” hook, line and sinker”.
The Flashman had already got a secret forward ticket from
Dubai to Manila, so it was game-on in the LBG stakes.
I will draw a publicity black-out on what happened in the
Philippines (which is material for another “X” rated book)
but we certainly put it about a bit. We did not quite manage
to beat Imelda Marcos’s impressive number of pairs of
shoes with our tally of bar girls laid, but certainly all got
plenty of action on the nest.
Mr. Gordon took the sensible view that his dearest might
get a little bit irritated, if he gave a dose of the clap, as well
as the expensive present that he had bought quickly on the
company credit card in the Dubai duty free shop whilst in
transit to Manila.
So much as he hated them, condoms were a must or things
might get a bit difficult with the potential blushing bride
back in the UK.
The problem was that dear Vanessa being her usual nosey
self, was quite likely to go through his suitcase with a fine
toothcomb, whilst checking that her dear fiancé has enough
clean socks. The problem was that she might wonder why
there was a jumbo pack of Durex and a family sized tube of
KY jelly, nestling next to the business suits.
The only option was to buy supplies in the Philippines on
arrival.
This Flash did, but only one local brand was available and
the quality control was suspect to say the least. The lad was
luckily not too well endowed so they fitted OK, but most
had a tendency to come apart after a short time in action.
Not a good situation. So rather than cut back on his efforts
to give every bar girl in sight a severe seeing to, The
Ginger Whinger concocted an interesting strategy.
He put one condom on, smeared a bit of toothpaste on it
and then rolled a second over the top.
It worked like a dream.(or possibly a nightmare for the girl
involved)
When the top one came apart after a bit of hard use, his
partner of the moment got the full benefit of some fluoride
deep in her privates and as soon as the little darling started
getting very agitated and shouting fit to burst. Flash then
knew he had about five minutes left to empty his tank
before the second contraceptive fell to bits.
It gave a whole new meaning to the old advertising slogan
for toothpaste promoting an “oral ring of confidence”.
I am not recommending this method and my advice is don’t
try this at home!
Anyway, let’s get back to 1980.
CHAPTER 11
FEBRUARY 1980
Before hitting the disco, Paul and I did the decent thing and
tried to find Eric the Legless in the Emerald Hotel
reception next door where the poor drunken bugger had
been off-loaded by Flash.
So, heaven knows where the Big Blond Norse Raider had
got to this time.
His underlying logic was good, but I still felt a bit guilty
about not making sure the rascal got home in one piece.
Flash obviously had no such qualms. In his book, worrying
about this little, minor problem was eating into good “hide
the sausage” time and that had to be avoided at any cost.
The Flashman’s all-time hero was the star of the current hit
TV series “Minder”, the redoubtable Arthur Daley. Our
good mate religiously followed the great man’s profound
maxims of “a friend in need, is a pest” or “never kick a man
when he is down, he might get up”.
The good news was that Soi 4 was really buzzing by the
time we returned to our new base of operations and it was
around eleven when the three of us finally wandered into
the Nana Disco.
Sadly, along with the DJ, we were the only customers in the
place and so the intrepid trio beat a hasty retreat back into
the reception area.
Well, Paul and I were anyway, but I was not so sure about
Flashman.
The lucky little bastard collected his room key, while the
vision in sex appeal handed her ID over the counter and
politely waied the receptionist. In only a minute or so, they
had disappeared into the lift for what looked like a night of
ecstasy (Well, for the male part of the team at least).
To be honest, all three of us were totally and utterly gob
smacked.
Flash’s mouth was moving, but for once no words came out
which was probably the only up side of the whole situation.
The big question on all of our lips was, where did that
tubby, scruffy little git, get a stunner like that?
Well, they must have heard it all before and worse, I kept
telling myself. A case of galloping knob rot was routine for
these girls and they certainly looked friendly enough.
So, I tried again and this time the other half of the duo
inquired “where you want go?”.
I could get the urine being extracted for free back in the
coffee shop over the road courtesy of Flash the Ginger
Whinger – thank you, very much.
Little Jack and myself both still had a bit of British pride
left.
Now turning a nice glowing bright red that was hotter than
the big fire of Irish coffees in Pattaya, I thanked them and
tried to nonchalantly saunter over to the lady in the white
coat in the far corner, whilst whistling.
Embarrassing or what?
Where else in the world could you come out of a clap clinic,
after getting your nasty out to show the innocent
receptionists of a travel agent by mistake and avoid getting
arrested for flashing.
JANUARY 2017
We all do some stupid things in our lives, but I reckon that
travel agency incident ranks pretty high on my list of major
“cock-ups”.
It must have been bad, as I still get embarrassed thinking
about it now, which is over 35 years on!
What was interesting was after returning from that first
trip to South East Asia in 1980, I responsibly headed off to
a London clinic, near Tottenham Court Road for a routine
STD check-up.
Which became a regular port of call, after all the following
vists to Asia over many years.
This was just to put my mind at rest and seemed a sensible
option.
After all, I had been dipping my wick in a number of Thai
and Filipino girls in the era when bareback action was the
norm.
Protected sex was not on the agenda for any of our team,
there was no “bagging up” on our watch in those far off
days.
Chatting to the UK VD doctor back in 1980, he was amazed
when he saw the empty pill bottle and the note listing my
medical treatment in Bangkok. “No wonder it cleared up so
quickly” he said and chuckled “Your Dr Wu gave you
enough drugs to treat a racehorse. I am amazed you
needed the plane to come home, you could have flown back
on your own” was his learned view.
He said that we could not afford to use this high level of
anti-biotics for a low-level infection on the NHS, but it
would knock out every bug known to mankind and probably
a few ones that were not.
This was my first contact with private health clinics in
Thailand.
If travellers can afford to pay, you can often get both
superb care and value. Which is probably why in 2016,
there is so much medical tourism to this part of the world.
One thing none of our team even thought about back “in
the day” was getting good travel health insurance. Looking
back, I shudder to think of the years I travelled throughout
the Far East on both business and holiday trips with no
cover at all.
My advice now, is to get a good policy from a well know
supplier including full repatriation and then if the worse
happens and you need to get home for treatment - it is
sorted.
It may not cover you if you get a dose, but for anything
more serious, it could be a life saver.
Health + Safety Sermon over……
CHAPTER TWELVE
FEBRUARY 1980
The difference was the bar was set much higher here in BK,
but a number sexpats seemed to have come up short and
let standards slip.
Even so, there was maybe half a dozen decent bits of local
talent in amongst the mediocre stuff that I would not kick
out of bed.
I looked carefully for little stunner in the yellow dress that
the world drooled over last night in the reception, but she
was sadly nowhere to be seen and waves of envy swept
over me again.
What was that podgy little guy getting up to with her at this
very moment I wondered, as I munched on a spicy piece of
green coconut chicken. That thought made me go the same
colour as the food.
The good news was that both boys were on top form and
my subtle subterfuge of disguising my little medical
difficulty seemed to be working well so far.
But in the PM’s view, although perhaps it does not have the
variety that Thailand offers, the female talent is pretty,
willing and relatively cheap.
In his view, the young Filipino ladies of the night will bend
over backwards to help you, so what was there not to like?
If I was bored and at a loose end, just let her know and we
could have dinner at her house. Being the perfect hostess,
Ladawan offered to also entertain my two friends as well, if
they were free to join us.
I thanked her for her concern, said it was a date for the
next day and hung up.
Even so, another swift run over the road was due for the
final results of the blood test early next morning, so fingers
crossed that would be OK.
Even though the hotel front desk staff tried hard to sort out
the usual chancers with no reservations trying to get a
room at a knock down rate and those awkward guests
querying their bills, nothing much was happening fast.
Khun Lee was well named and certainly droned on and on.
He nodded smugly and said that must have been Pandy, she
was the sort of quality he always goes for in Bangkok. Yes,
the girl was not too bad, but he had enjoyed even better in
the past.
I was gobsmacked.
The main man had apparently patted her on the bum and
sent the shapely lady off home straight after doing the dirty
deed late last evening. Young Lee apparently did not like to
wake up with his night time companion in his bed the next
morning.
According to Lee, these little Thai hookers beat the hell out
of the hardnosed American bitches he got back home
including all his former wives who are bleeding him dry for
alimony.
“No” he said “if you want real quality son, go to one of the
exclusive top escort agencies”. My advisor reckoned that
many of the girls on their books are genuine model
material.
But as the smug little devil stated, “believe me kid, you get
what you pay for in this life and with an exclusive escort
you are not playing sloppy seconds like you are with some
rough bar girl who has already serviced half of the male
population of the city that particular day.”
By the time that was sorted out, the portly stud had
disappeared and I was heading off to our local soapy to
await the return of the dynamic duo.
Amy’s place was empty when I got there except for Mira,
the attractive and friendly assistant Mamasan. She said
there had been no sign of the other lads yet, but quickly got
me a large orange juice as prescribed by the delectable
Dr.Wu.
With many of her better girls were just arriving for their
afternoon and early evening shifts, I ordered myself a
second large refill of vitamin C, swallowed another of the
big pills from the clinic and then settled down to await my
team’s arrival.
Try as I might, the full details still did not materialise and
the vision of the girl in yellow lying across my king-sized
bed seemed as far away as ever – don’t let anyone tell you
that life cannot be cruel…
CHAPTER TWELVE
JANUARY 2017
The saga of Miss Thailand in the yellow dress illustrates a
very important point..
She was a real stunner. Even against the local fierce
competition, this girl stood out (as Little Jack does when I
think of her even now..)
As I mentioned in the earlier chapter everyone to their
own, but it is amazing how often you see farangs with some
pretty rough looking LBGs in tow.
That may not be a political correct thing to say in 2017, but
it is true.
Sometimes, you need to call a spade a spade and some of
the female companions you see with western guys look
more like a shovel..
Most of us have an occasional failure of judgement in the
LBG stakes. Usually after too much of the electric soup or
in the early part of a trip when you are keen to “empty your
tank” as soon as possible.
It happens, but there are enough real stunners out there so
why not be a bit choosy? It can pay dividends to be a little
bit more selective – you are the customer funding the bill
after all.
Some Mamasans and Papasans will try to hustle you and
sell a below standard member of their staff. My advice for
what it is worth based on thirty plus years’ experience is to
smile, be pleasant, but politely and firmly refuse to do a
deal if you are not 100% satisfied with the goods.
If you are not happy with what is on offer in that bar or
massage parlour just move onto the next one. The girls in
Thailand are a bit like London buses, there will be a few
more along in a minute.
These days, I don’t see any shame in sleeping on your own
in Bangkok or anywhere else, if you do not find a bed mate
with that “WOW” factor. (well, occasionally anyway…)
In 1980, none of my circle of friends even considered escort
agencies.
Well, at least not before the chance encounter with our “All
American Hero”.
Even an old hand like Paul had not used them in those far-
off days. He always relied on go go bars, beers gardens,
massage parlours, plus freelancers found in places like the
hotel coffee shops, with pick-up joints or meat markets like
the Thermae making up the numbers.
One problem in the early eighties was finding where these
escort agencies were based. They did not usually advertise
in the local English speaking media and there was no
internet around then (how is that for a shock to our
younger readers?)
Today, if you put Thai Escort Agencies into a computer
search engine, you will find a selection complete with a list
of girls available.
There is probably an app too out there somewhere for your
smart phone.
As we pussy hounds get older, escorts do have advantages
and certainly score when you are going for quality over
quantity.
I will not recommend individual agencies here, but in my
experience the established ones do what they say on the
tin.
The girls on their books usually look like the pictures
posted on their websites and do not have excessive air
brushing.
They often list what specific services are available. Some
offer “A Levels” at additional cost, usually 1000 – 2000
baht, in addition to the basic fee of 5000 – 7000 baht for a
couple of hours’ quality time.
Not cheap I agree, but some escorts are really stunning
and arrive at your hotel room ready for action, complete
with a nurse’s outfit, schoolgirl uniform or whatever is your
personal preference.
Many will bring a selection of “toys” too, if that appeals.
The great thing is, there is no time and cash wasted
chasing various pieces of “Thai tail” all over town.
One added advantage for us more mature lads, is you can
avoid the ear-splitting noise of endless garage or grunge
music and the hustle of some bars. You are guaranteed to
get the girl you want, when you want her.
It is fun to be with a group of mates on a bar hunt, but
there are time us old boys like a quieter life!
By using established escort agencies, you also avoid bar
fines, buying endless lady drinks for coyote dancers and
taxis fares - so it might not be quite as expensive as it
seems at first glance.
In my experience, a number of the escorts on offer are only
part-time workers in the sex industry, having a full-time job
and may only turn a few tricks each week or even month.
So many are fresh and less jaded than some of the more
popular dancers and massage girls can be. Who to be blunt,
have seen more pricks than a second-hand dartboard.
Our good pal, Lee the Great American Oracle, was right on
this one.
Most upmarket escorts seem to have regular medical
check-ups, take hygiene seriously and are less likely to
indulge in unprotected sex with multiple partners, as some
of the freelancers may do if the price is right.
This next bit may illustrate, why these top end girls are
sometimes a better value option.
On a trip to Bangers some time back, I managed to
negotiate a few hours of fun with a particularly attractive
coyote dancer from a well-known spot in Soi Cowboy. I will
not mention the name of the infamous watering hole, no
name, no pack drill…
This was after spending a wad of cash on drinks that
evening bar hopping.
She was gorgeous, but was looking for the same sort of
money that an escort earns and knew her worth and would
not leave work until the bar closed. She was not going to
open those delightful long legs for less than her price – full
stop.
A great body, pretty face – yes, but she had been dancing
all night and was fairly knackered when we finally got down
to business, which is unlike an escort who usually appear at
your hotel rested and well up for the business in hand.
Fun definitely, but best value, I am not so sure.
This particular girl spent most of the evening on her phone
or flat on her back doing starfish impressions.
Most agencies charge in multiples of two hours, four hours,
all night.
Longer periods can be available after negotiating a special
price.
The girls are not supposed to do any deals direct with
clients, but some will, if they like you and enough cash is
available.
Bearing in mind, the agency takes a large cut of the 6000
baht or more on offer. In some cases, they get as much as
half of the escort’s fee.
Yes, they do take a few phone bookings, answer emails and
fund a website, but the LBG in question is really on the
sharp end, spending hours getting ploughed under some
old, fat farang.
So, it is not too surprising that some escorts are happy to
do a bit of discrete business on the side (or whatever
position you want!) and cut out the “middle man”.
There is the potential in some cases for a return session at
a better rate for both of you, if a deal is done to by-pass the
agency.
The delightful Mint (name changed to protect the lady in
question), who was one really exquisite escort I hired from
a well-known Bangkok agency for a few fun-filled hours a
couple of years ago.
During our session, the girl asked if I wanted a “travel
companion” when she found out I was off for a week to
Phuket and leaving the next day.
Having never been that far south before and always
wanting to go, Mint made the suggestion to accompany me
on my travels, just when the little darling was sitting on my
face.
So, it was a bit difficult to answer no or anything else for
that matter with your mouth buried in her Fur Burger”.
Finally coming up for air from what felt more like the
Bermuda Triangle, I said it sounded good but explained
that her current tariff of around 3000 baht an hour was a
bit too much for me to pay for a seven-day trip.
That sort of money would pay off the UK’s current financial
deficit and would need me to re-mortgage my house.
The girl in question said she was happy to go for no fee, if I
just paid the extra travel, hotel and food costs. As I had a
double room already, it just meant a cheap internal Thai
Airways ticket, a few inexpensive meals and maybe a
present or two.
So, there are deals on offer and yes, I did take her up on
it….
I did not see anything better anywhere in Patong and
having Mint was certainly good for the old ego having such
a young, nubile girl on my arm.
It was a lot of fun and I even managed to patronise a few
afternoon massage parlours, while my travelling companion
was resting her sumptuous curves and sleeping by the
hotel pool.
Well, old butterfly habits die hard!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
FEBRUARY 1980
This young lady must have not seen her toes since puberty.
If this trend carries on, Little Jack and myself are fast
turning into a Bangkok’s favourite agony aunt.
The young lady had then stumbled into this place by happy
accident, but the little darling was concerned.
So where the hell is the Boy Flash when you really need
him?
This girl has huge knockers and is obviously not all there,
so she is right up his street (or maybe soi, in this case).
I was not sure if that last comment that Mr. Jack Hughes
Esq; looked like he had been around the block a few times,
was a compliment or not.
I knew it was wrong, very wrong, but I was weak “and just
could not fight it.
This could be a real class one, jaw breaker of a spoof and
might be an amusing way to fill in the time until my two
companions finally decided to turn up, after their current
batch of retail therapy.
All that was needed was some smooth spiel for my naive
antipodean friend to believe and job done.
It was not her hands that needed attention, but all the
other bits that had been cramped up in her less than
spacious 747 seat for heaven knows how long.
The honey trap was set and dear Valma quickly agreed.
Looking more relaxed, she suggested I sort out the
financial arrangements and in return would like to buy me
a large drink for my trouble.
Opening her bag, the dear girl pushed a wad of baht into
my hand, saying she did not understand this “funny
money”.
Part Two of my dastardly plan was ready to kick in, so I
cunningly suggested she took a swift leak before hitting the
warm water which can have a bad effect on your bladder.
Walked was not a word that did this girl justice, shimmered
might be a better description.
Telling Mira that this Farang Lady was gay and only liked
girls, did she have anybody on the staff that could satisfy
her special needs, as the friendly Kiwi was really horny
after a long flight and needed a full service?
When the balloon goes up and our dear little New Zealand
friend gets a bit upset with her unexpected trip to the
Island of Lesbos, it might not be too healthy for me to be
sitting in reception wetting myself with laughter.
Valma looked like the sort that could hold her own as an All
Blacks scrum half and I needed to avoid a terminal kick in
my crown jewels at all costs.
But my beady little eyes had been on her for the last half an
hour and although she looked a bit older than my normal
target group, what she lacked in youth she definitely made
up for in the body department.
As long as she leaves her embroidery behind, it could be a
very pleasing hour or two with a different type of handcraft
on the cards.
Her new companion sweetly waied her and then gently lead
the naïve Kiwi along like a New Zealand lamb to the
slaughter down to a VIP room at the end of the corridor.
My only option was to sit (or lie) back and enjoy both the
ride plus the potential firework display just down the
corridor.
She did not get the whole family album out thank goodness,
so before long it was business as usual in Bangers. I was
immersed in the hot bath tub and quick as a robber’s dog,
No.12 swiftly got her kit off and slipped in alongside
caressing Little Jack in the water, who at the time was
trying to do the breast stroke.
There was the odd stretch mark on her stomach and she
definitely had a few miles on the clock, but in the mammary
department Pear seemed to defy gravity.
This was a whole new take on going “pear shaped”, this girl
was well named…
Pear had not such qualms and quickly looked out of the
door to see what the commotion was all about.
I shrugged and said there are some crazy people out there,
but let’s get back to the unfinished business in hand (or
Pear’s hands in this instance) and can she lock the door to
keep out anymore undesirables?
The security was not too good, as before I could dive (or
slide) for cover, it opened and Paul’s welcome grinning face
appeared. He said. “Sorry to catch you in action old son,
but I have a message from your little female Kiwi mate with
the mega tits”.
I have to admit my heart sank, the last thing I needed was
Valma still here and on the warpath like a crazed Maori.
They say, hell has no fury like a woman scorned and I did
not fancy checking that old proverb out.
“So, the good lady has asked me to try and warn you
before, in her words, one of the “Thai Tarts” gets their
wicked way with your virginal body and gives you an
unwanted portion”.
“Soapy tit wank, do good for only 500 baht, you like?” Pear
asked and gave the little fella another gentle and sensual
polish, while his owner was lying flat out on the lilo.
When she felt Little Jack and his owner had finally suffered
enough, No 12 let the old fella shoot his not inconsiderable
load all over her ample chest.
She gave a wide smile and said “Oh, big cum, many babies”
and in a very ladylike manner, scooped up my bodily fluids
on her fingers and popped the whole lot into her mouth and
swallowed it all with relish.
Heavens knows what the words meant, but if that ditty ever
gets into Eurovision it gets my vote. Although, if it was the
UK’s entry, it probably will still get “nil points” from our
European friends.
Well, it works - just ask any of the bucket and mop team at
Amy’s Massage Parlour.
Paul was apparently still busy with the infamous Ning and
her giant rubber friend, but The Flashman was sprawled
across one of the sofas with a beer in one hand.
Pear said “your friend like me much, much, him get too
excited!” and laughed even more, as Mr. Smooth tried to
mop up the damage with one of Amy’s nearby best curtains.
“Jeez, that had a pair on it. What was the strength with that
mad Aussie bint earlier?” Mr. Gordon inquired after
unsuccessfully trying to dry the large wet patch over his
crotch with a convenient expensive brocade silk cushion.
We then chatted and passed the time of day with the ever
affable assistant manageress Mira for half an hour or so,
until PM finally emerged from a room down the corridor.
Our mentor had the sexually versatile Pang in tow and was
sporting the standard look after a good soapy session i.e.
wet hair, red face and a satisfied expression on the face.
JANUARY 2017
I have to be honest and admit that since the incident at
Amy’s, I have sometimes felt serious pangs of guilt about
that particular spoof and still feel a bit embarrassed,
although it was a real jaw breaker at the time.
It certainly gave all the Bangkok Pussy Hounds a good
laugh.
It may not have been my finest moment, but I have to plead
diminished responsibility due to a bad case of “Thai Fever”.
It seemed funny back then, but heaven knows what the
poor girl who was at the sharp end thought as she got
suddenly fisted by Pang in the suds or got an unexpected
face full of female crutch.
My close encounters with various sexual companions of a
ladyboy persuasion since, have brought it home to me that
it can be a bit disconcerting when your latest love interest
is not exactly what you had anticipated with their kit off.
It is a bit unlikely, but if by any mischance she is reading
this - my sincere apologies, Khun Valma.
I hope you are now out of therapy, are no longer getting
nightmares and have not joined some strange religious cult
as a result of my daft practical joke.…
My advice for what it is worth, is that it is dangerous to
bring a Western girlfriend or wife to Thailand.
Besides the fact that they will then have first-hand
experience of what you can get up to in Asia.
Well, they can hardly miss the fact that shed loads of less
than handsome old farangs are giving some incredible
female talent a length on a regular basis!
Take it from me, your other half is not that silly.
If she looks around and sees armies of “pug ugly” ancient
western guys pulling something that would give Miss World
a run for her money, then it stands to reason that the lady’s
dearly beloved might be in with a chance of getting his leg
over something not too shabby too.
Also, the Memsahib tends not to compare too well in the
looks department with the readily available LBGs. For some
strange reason, this tends piss them off.
With respect, it can be like comparing a Derby winner with
a carthorse.
Sitting in the coffee shop in a number of different favourite
whoremongers’ hotels over the years, on many occasions I
have seen a young western couple wander in.
It is an interesting exercise in people watching as the
farang girl is often red with painful sunburn on her white
skin, looks way over weight compared to the average Thai
bar girl, maybe is currently suffering from too much raw
chilli in the food and is not always having a great time.
In my view, it was a big mistake by her other half bringing
her to the Land of Soapy Massages in the first place.
If your wife/girlfriend/partner wants to holiday in South
East Asia, why not take her to countries that are not at the
fore front of the sex trade like Sri Lanka or Malaysia?
In these places, it is not in your face like Pattaya in
Thailand or Angeles City in the Philippines and saves
potential domestic strife.
Plus, it improves your chance of getting away with a “golf”
or “fishing “holiday in the Land of Smiles with the lads in
future.
If your partner is broadminded and wants to widen her
same sex experience there are girls in Thailand like Pang
who will be happy to indulge her, but if she ends up
preferring the female gender to you in future don’t blame
me…….
It could backfire and be a dangerous strategy for us guys
who harbour lesbian fantasies about our nearest and
dearest.
Anyway, it was a memorable session at Amy’s place and
even after all this time, I can still remember it all in vivid
detail.
Pear was not the prettiest girl I had been with on my trips
or even that vist. But it has to be an ultimate male
experience to relax in warm soapy water and let some well-
endowed LBG do all the work with her bionic, natural tits.
You just get pampered to death and why not?
This is Thailand and anything goes – lie back, let her drive
and enjoy the journey, just don’t forget to give the cleaners
a few baht though after, they earn it!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FEBRUARY 1980
But that night there was little choice, as for some strange
reason there was a bit of a shortage of suitable vehicles
available.
There was just room for the decrepit taxi with one wheel on
each curb.
While all this was going on, what turned out to be his
handler was enjoying a leak against a house wall..
The huge backside in front was not moved by our cab, but
the animal’s bowels obviously were.
Our elderly elephant handler was still in mid flow and had
not finishing watering the stonework at this moment, when
the unfortunate bloke was thrown onto the road under his
four-legged friend by the force of the physical assault.
The bad news was that when we had given a full statement
in triplicate at GHQ, the three of us might then have to then
spend the night in the local police nick. That was if the
mountain of paperwork involved with such an incident
could not be completed quickly.
“We did have our passports with us, didn’t we?” the
laughing policeman enquired?
“No problem” our new best friend said “we give you bad
boys lift, save you getting in trouble again, maybe another
Chang around next corner, ching, ching.”
Pouring ourselves out of the sticky rear seat and into the
wall of heat, noise and smells that are Bangkok in the early
evening we thanked our security escorts. The lads in
uniform both saluted smartly and wished us good evening
with “much, boom boom”.
The senior officer in charge then gave us another wide
smile and his telephone number written on a page from his
notebook, just in case we needed assistance or a special lift
in future.
But The President was made of sterner stuff and the team
finally came across a doorway with a solitary bright neon
sign over it, blinking in the night air and proudly
proclaiming, “The Siam Y”.
Exotic girls were fine, but exotic food is not his preferred
option.
I felt there must be a “twist in the tail” somehow and
standing in reception, it was obvious that this was not your
regular eatery.
The fact that The Flashman would not need his phrase book
to make himself understood here was a relief to us all.
Each was pretty and sporting very tight and low cut white
tee-shirts, smart short pleated skirts, white socks and
polished blue leather shoes, which completed the rather
becoming outfits on display.
One thing that was noticeable was that all the young ladies
in the line and the manageress, seemed to be wrinkling
their delightful noses up a bit during our meeting.
But all was not lost, as before the three of us had managed
to park our backsides comfortably on the bar stools, a
female companion had put their rather shapelier derrières
on top of each of our laps.
The slight snag with the stand-up comedy routine was that
our hostess team completely missed the humour and must
have wondered which mental ward he had escaped from.
The spell was broken and the moment turned into a brief
attack of hilarity from our female companions. A certain
cretinous member of our team who will remain anonymous,
predictably again shouted out Pak Choi instead of Chok
Dee, whilst demolishing a beer held by his two pretty
attendants.
You would think that “Flash the Pratt” might have managed
by now learned to differentiate between “Chinese
Cabbage” and “Cheers”, but unfortunately that was a
forlorn hope in his case.
Mind you, this gaff certainly broke the ice and my Noi “red
badge” and Benz “pink badge” thought our friend very
funny, but a bit “tick tock”, which was probably spot on.
My pink badge Benz was a real star and arguably the best
looker at the table, plus she was gently giving Little Jack a
full tug job under the table. Not too surprisingly, the little
fella was rising to the occasion and ready to fire both
barrels given the slightest provocation.
These were not like the “in your face” upstairs pussy shows
over the road in Patpong, there was not a ping pong ball or
a string of razor blades in sight.
The improvised cabaret included mini exhibitions of Thai
dancing, including the girls folding their fingers back to the
music. This proved impossible for us clumsy farangs to
mimic, much to the amusement of all involved.
It was like hard core origami, but then Noi who was sitting
on my right hand (literally) folded my small towel into an
accurate model of a mega male sexual organ. She said
“kuwai yaay”, which according to Paul is a crude Thai word
for big penis.
It had all then become too glaringly obvious why half the
“girls” had pink badges - I had invited a kathoey to dinner.
The worst thing was that my tongue had been down her
throat and happily tickling Benz’s tonsils only a few
minutes earlier. I certainly did not notice any obvious
undercarriage when my fingers did the walking up her
skirt, encouraged to get stuck in by my two “best mates”
sitting opposite.
Gently stroking my inner thigh, she put her hot little tongue
in my ear whilst her partner in crime, Benz continued keep
raising her skirt to display her manhood which by now was
fully erect.
If I had not been technically “on the sick list” from the
clinic and the Flashman and Paul were not grinning at my
obvious embarrassment, I might just have given it a go.
Not quite sure about Benz giving me some boom boom, but
TIT!
The bill was very reasonable, the food great, the company
brilliant and it gave a whole new meaning to the phrase
“Dining at the Y”.
Thinking about all that shed load of “boom boom and yum
yum” was having an uplifting effect in the trouser
department and after a few seconds I strolled out into the
second floor with Little Jack leading.
Not sure they were the girl’s real names, but who cares?
In fact, they were not the best I had seen in the last two
minutes and could have come second in a “Miss Thailand”
contest to our friendly elephant, that we had all got up
close and personal with earlier.
Mind you, good marks were due on the chassis front, they
both had some serious form on them.
You could lose a taxi down there and maybe someone had -
I just hope the meter is not running…
This was a situation when most guys think with that part of
their brains situated between their legs and I was no
exception.
Before you could say “how much discount for a two girl
blow job”, they were both appearing live in room number
233, stripped for action and giving the old fella a serious
oral polishing.
Well to prove it, Dumper even took her chewing gum out of
her mouth and stuck it on the headboard of the bed before
sucking me off and then popped it back in again before it
had even gone cold. This neat trick, gave a whole new spin
on the idea of recycling.
Thoughtful or what?
Only ten minutes after originally coming out the lift, I was
giving the two ladies four hundred baht each and patting
them both on the bum before gently ushering the BJ squad
out the door. All in all, it was not a bad way to end the day
before getting deep into the dreamless.
JANUARY 2017
I would say it was fairly unlikely that too many of the good
readers of this book are going to have a collision with a
wayward Fanta on your way for a night out on the town.
Talking to a Thai friend on a recent trip, she was telling me
it is technically illegal to bring elephants into the capital
anyway. Although, with their customary Buddhist “middle
way” philosophy it still goes on and the authorities
generally turn a blind eye, as the tourists like it and happily
feed the beasts bananas after handing over a bundle of
baht for the dubious privilege.
Even so, there is an important principle in that little tale.
In addition, to being careful where you walk around a
jumbo which is suffering from an upset stomach, it also
pays to be calm and courteous during contact with the
police authorities if you want a happy outcome.
In both cases, you can get s--t on from a great height if you
get it wrong!
I am sure the “Boys in Brown” were spinning us a line in
total bullshit (or to be more accurate, changshit….) about
whether “chartering a vehicle” makes you responsible in
local law for accidents or traffic misdemeanour - the whole
thing was debatable.
Being Asian “greenhorns”, Flash and myself would have
probably got into a major argument with the local law
enforcers over it. We may have then ended up in the local
nick or at best lost the whole night sorting out the
situation.
Which either way, is not a good outcome.
Paul, being a veteran of all things Thai, handled it with
aplomb.
By paying a modest amount of “tea money”, we got to
where we wanted to be quicker than the original cab would
have managed. In fact, the whole incident did not cost us
more than a twenty quid and a cheap pair of trainers.
Flash enjoyed the police car ride so much; he reckoned that
we should use it as a regular method of transport. Well, it
was certainly quicker that the other options on offer….
It may go against the grain with some visitors, but my
advice is to smile and pay up what is often a relatively
small amount of cash. This avoids wasting valuable time
and effort that would be better invested in other more
enjoyable pursuits.
Yes, you are being ripped off in a small way, but
backhanders seem a way of life out East and they can
certainly “oil the wheels”.
There was a case reported some time back, where a young
American tourist got into a furious argument with a Phuket
taxi driver over a cab fare and apparently he got fatally
stabbed over 50 baht.
This level of violence is unusual, but why risk getting into a
dangerous situation for a pound sterling or a couple of
dollars?
The comment from our friendly law officer about legally
needing to carry your passport at all times when out and
about as a visitor in the Kingdom is apparently technically
correct.
I not sure that many tourists fully comply and I still don’t
fancy having such a valuable document on my person whilst
out bar crawling in dodgy go go clubs, beer gardens and
massage parlours, so a Thai- type solution is needed.
To get around this problem, whilst trying to stay within the
rules, I pay a few extra baht for the hotel reception or a
local 7-11 shop to photocopy the original passports relevant
pages these days (including the current visa stamp) and
leave the original document back at base camp in the room
safe.
Carrying this duplicate around seems like a good
compromise to me and has worked so far.
It is a long time, since I have graced the doors of a “No
Hands” establishment; the last one I went to a few years
ago was full of Chinese businessmen.
Reading this chapter again, the memories came flooding
back and I have made a mental note to renew my
acquaintance with this fun way of dining on my next trip to
Bangers.
If you have a few mates who fancy a great way to spend a
couple of hours, give it a try and get pampered. (I would
like to put on record that I am not being sexist here, but in
my experience, I have not yet seen any Western women in
one of these establishments).
These days I might be a bit more circumspect about
grabbing some hotel freelancers by the lift in the middle of
the night and inviting them into my room without checking
they had lodged ID cards with reception.
There is a minor risk of getting robbed and with two girls
on the job, it would not have been too difficult to have a
wallet or other valuables disappear whilst I was otherwise
engaged trying to massage one of the duos tonsils with the
old fella.
In my defence, common sense is not that common when a
double session of Yum Yum is on offer and this was my first
trip.
It is no good getting older, if you don’t learn something.
These days most places have room safes to keep the
important stuff in, but back in 1980 in most of the hotels we
used that option was not available.
So, some things have improved over the years.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FEBRUARY 1980
It was just as I was about to get out and pull on some clean
clothes in an attempt to get ready for my early appointment
with the medical team over the road that I suffered a nasty
shock.
Well - old habits die hard and this tactic is useful if a quick
exit is needed.
This trio all looked the worse for wear and the way they
walked, you could be forgiven for thinking that maybe they
all still had it up them from last night’s sexual activities.
I was not sure whether this particular trio were left over
from the previous evening or just making an early start for
tonight’s activities. Either way, giving any of them a portion
was not on my current agenda at this particular moment in
time.
There was a serious risk that the randy little sod currently
snoozing in the trouser department would manage to
persuade me that an hour in the sack with one or all of
them, was a brilliant plan.
Never mind or “Jai Pen Rai” as they say around here and it
only took five minutes to get to my destination, but even so
I was already sweating profusely. Mopping my face with a
Nana Hotel paper serviette, I managed to go straight to the
correct right-hand desk at the clinic this time round and
avoid any more embarrassing misunderstandings.
They might get the unfounded idea; that I was some kind of
UK tourist looking for cheap sex – heaven forbid.
“Good news, Khun Jack, all your tests clear, you can go
back to go go bars, everything work well. Plenty of girls
now, no ploblem !”
Just for a split second, I toyed with the crazy idea of asking
her out, but to be honest - I bottled it.
So after thanking her very much for sorting out Little Jack’s
problem so quickly and squeezing her offered soft small
hand, I then paid a further modest bill in reception and
wandered back out into the street.
Dream on Jack ……
Maybe it was that attractive tight uniform that hit the spot
or the fact she was not easily available, but attracted to Dr.
Wu, I certainly was.
Good God, it is only ten in the morning, does this city never
sleep?
One of them was quite beddable, complete with long shiny
hair, an hourglass figure and a beautiful smile.
True to form, the tight devil picked her up late after she
finished work, to avoid paying a bar fine.
Paul suggested I hang around to have a laugh at what the
lad managed to end up with. “Well, that is if the little devil
dares to bring her down to breakfast in daylight “he said
ordering another large caffeine injection.
“Let’s put it this way old son, that girl was only a bit better
than those couple of old slappers haunting the cafeteria
over in the corner there. I mean, you would have to have a
serious judgement failure to let a pair of donkeys like that
anywhere near you - I would not poke them with yours!”
This was a classic example and true to form, the lying little
sod still stuck to his story that she was an ex-Thai Beauty
Queen and did a great job in the sack. Even though Paul
mentioned that if that girl went double dating with the
Elephant Man, he would be the looker!
Say what you like about the era of romance being over,
Graham Gordon Esq; could give Mr. Darcy from a Jane
Austin novel lessons in etiquette.
The lad has such a delicate turn of phrase as far as the fair
sex is concerned that I would not be surprised to see him
put his cloak over a muddy puddle to impress the ladies.
Paul then put the boot in by saying they might have a bit
more fun with a two-girl soapy session at Amy’s, rather
than investing half a day discussing international
publishing opportunities with someone apparently old
enough to be a massage girl’s great grandmother.
All this pirated stuff was bought for a very modest amount
of wonga around the Sukumvit Road, but if I say it myself,
it looked pretty good on.
I was just splashing on a large handful of some “knock off”
Aramis aftershave a few minutes before noon, when the
room phone rang. It was Ladawan who was apparently in
reception and ready to go.
The plan then was to act relaxed and try to sound like
finding a set of very used undies with more skid marks than
Brands Hatch sticking to your foot, was an everyday
occurrence.
She laughed while admitting that with two live-in maids her
own time in the home kitchen was virtually nil these days.
But I did mention that it would cost a bit more than the
going rate in Bangers to have full time domestic help back
in blighty in these straitened days of an eighties economic
downturn.
When they met for a drink at the airport just after the
gentleman’s plane touched down, he mentioned that before
leaving home, the poor chap had pulled some shoulder
muscles playing a game of squash after a long lay-off from
the game.
“Did Ladawan know where he could get a good sports
massage to ease the pain, which had got worse after a long
flight?” our Scandinavian friend inquired.
If you go into a place with a red sign over the door and pick
a scantily clad girl who strips off before giving you a very
intimate soaping around the crown jewels, it is not TOO
surprising to find out that there are a few other things on
the menu besides just a gentle back rub.
I said no, this terrible assault on his person must have been
an isolated case.
Still, this is Thailand and one thing is for sure there are
plenty more fish in the sea and LBGs on the beach.
Along with the delectable Dr. Wu, that is two MILFs I have
fancied in one day whilst at large in a city full of available
young girls - the heat must be getting to me.
The road trip back to our bonking GHQ in Sukumvit Road
took some time, as the Bangkok traffic had nearly reached
gridlock again - no change there then.
JANUARY 2017
These days I use the departmental stores restaurants at
lunchtime occasionally and there are still the hordes of
pretty local working girls who eat there on their lunch
break.
This is not like making a move on a great looking LBG in a
late night pick-up spot or beer garden.
Most of these young ladies are not involved full time in the
sex industry and the problem of being seen talking to a
farang in front of her business colleagues or friends is still
an inhibiting factor.
Sometimes, they will make very discreet contact when
going to the bathroom or going over to pay the bill, but it is
a bit frustrating.
Unlike back home in the west, a number of these
“respectable” girls will do a bit of “play for pay” to boost
their income occasionally, but making initial contact in that
environment can be difficult.
Mind you, a few years ago I was having a swift bowl of
noodles in the cafeteria of a large Bangkok departmental
store and one little honey kept giving me the eye, from the
other side of the room for a good half an hour at least.
The girl in question was with three other young Thai
females and it looked like a lost cause.
But she unobtrusively dropped her name and mobile
number written on her napkin on my table as she passed
with her mates, all heading back off to work.
An international spy would have been proud of that move,
Marta Hari had nothing on this girl.
To be honest we had a few dates on that trip, but I think the
young lady was a bit more experienced in picking up
westerners to supplement her salary at a local bank than
the little sweetheart admitted, but there are no complaints
here.
The incidence of eating an explosive super-hot chilli, when I
had that original lunch with Ladawan is something that has
painfully repeated itself over the years.
Authentic Thai cuisine can conceal an eye-watering,
searing surprise – be warned all you who think they can
handle seriously spicy food. It is not good for the image to
be trying to quench the heat by drinking the contents of the
fire bucket, whilst pouring sweat and looking like you have
enjoyed a week in a sauna.
Now here is a small tip.
If you are in Land of Smiles and the “enemy” left back in
home is of a suspicious nature, the great thing about The
Rose Garden and similar tourist friendly destinations is that
in just a short time, you can obtain an album full of
snapshots of Thai “culture” in action.
How does this help to pacify your wife/girlfriend/partner?
Well being a devious little devil, in just an hour of digital
photography you can take loads of twee visitor type
pictures of all things Thai ready to go back to show the in-
laws and assorted neighbours.
Your travel documentary can cover everything from cobra
farming to traditional dancing, temples and maybe buy a
few gifts at the tourist shop at the same time.
This little scam means you are then free to get on with the
main business in hand of getting up close and personal with
as many great looking girls (or ladyboys) as humanly
possible during the precious time you have available.
Back in 1980 it was easier to shield your other half from
the realities of what really goes on when you hit the town.
There was no Internet to look at with” You Tube” showing
farangs behaving badly or TV Documentaries on the red-
light areas of South East Asia.
Modern technology can be curse for the randy visitor.
The Land of Smiles was still rated as an “exotic”
destination way back then and many experienced travellers
had not even been there in the eighties.
This is unlike the situation in 2016, when a month getting
off your head in Koh Samui seems a rite of passage for
every uni-student passing their degree in “Media Studies”
or whatever.
So, in my opinion a good batch of cheesy shots and selfies
emailed back from tourist attractions like the Rose Garden
is an excellent investment in making “her indoors” back at
home think you have an interest above your trouser
department.
Just don’t leave any incriminating explicit shots on your
digital camera or phone when you return.
You would not be the first ……
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
FEBRUARY 1980
His twisted view was that the dear lady was walking
although “she still had it up her from earlier” and felt that
Ladawan looked like she went off like a tin of bad fish.
“The girls at Amy’s place, think I look like a Greek God” Mr.
Gordon said between gulping mouthfuls of a mammoth
plate of Thai noodles, complete with his usual optional
extra fried rice for the terminally greedy.
“If you don’t believe me, ask the PM” the lad said stuffing
three giant whole spring rolls in his mouth at once. If he
ever gets fed up with soliciting for a living, I reckon he
could easily get a job in the lead role of “Jaws 6 – Return of
the Great White Shark”.
But some of this good teacher’s work had stuck and now
here was a golden opportunity to really piss Graham
Gordon Esq off big time.
Flash still had doubts, but knowing Paul well he felt if our
mentor said it was good, then it was.
With all this fun and spiritual solace on offer, I felt sorry for
my two fellow travel mates who would miss out on the trek
and had to kill time by being bored to death servicing every
massage and bar girl in sight.
All this endless shagging, rather than suffering endless
privations upcountry like me was hard on Paul and Flash,
but they would just have to make the best of it.
The only tiny problem was that the Ginger Whinger had
cleverly managed to lose the vital bit of paper with the
“boys in brown’s” contact number on, so that kicked his
brilliant idea into touch.
Still, after a load of grief and endless ear bashing from our
driver, who was trying to persuade us to go to some
overpriced clip joint, we finally rolled up in the red- light
area.
Paul led the way up Patpong One and down a narrow soi to
a place with the legend “Cappuccino” lighting up the night
outside.
PM, knew the score and having been to the place a few
times before, quickly sorted out a “special beauty
treatment” for the three of us.
Talking of split ends, the little fella down below gave a few
twitches and I think he was preparing himself for action
and perhaps giving her a bigger tip than normal.
To be honest, I could not see which one got the full benefit,
as both my attentive hairdressers were wriggling around
under the gown that I was still wearing at the time. One
had my old fella tickling her tonsils, while the other was
licking my balls, just don’t ask me which was doing what.
But a Gob Job is a Gob Job and just lying there with two
female attendants sucking as if their lives depended on it
felt great.
PM had also braved a trim and the old fox looked even
more dapper than ever, but unfortunately the same could
not be said of Mr. Gordon.
But as Paul pointed out wryly, Greek Gods like him have to
keep to a strict “seafood” diet. Flash certainly did see food
and eat it, but did not get the joke and tried to persuade us
all that he was just a modest trencherman with a slim
figure.
After chilling out and enjoying the usual banter for an hour
or so, about which hairdresser gave the best blow job (as
you do), we had managed to all eat and drink our fill.
So after settling the modest tab, our intrepid threesome
waddled through the multi storey and back into Patpong
again.
After I had that much overdue leak and watered the plants
behind The Rose Hotel, we swiftly got a cab.
We grabbed the first taxi that came along and after jumping
in and trying to get comfortable, Flash and myself managed
to slide into a black hole in the back seat and get wedged –
that was one big hole in the car upholstery to lose a FB like
him.
Let’s face it; if that lad is taken short every potted plant
and soi dog in the vicinity needs to worry.
As this was our last night in Bangkok for a few days, we all
enjoyed leisurely strolling down the road to our regular
watering hole. It felt good, taking in the atmosphere and
checking out the army of freelancers and ladyboys.
Paul was grinning ear to ear and nudged me, saying “See,
told you the lad looks like a famous Roman General”.
The only positive point was that our own Adonis was so
thrilled to be admired by a bevy of attractive girls, he was
struck down with an unusual attack of generosity.
Not only did the conceited chubby little sod buy us all free
drinks, but he decided there was a few bob left in his
“charity fund” from his company (kindly donated for the
saving of wayward Asian girls with low morals) to buy all
three of us one more session in the suds before we left BK.
Paul took a large sip of his free glass of Chang beer and
said “Best to let him think he is an irresistible to the female
sex, we have both got a free leg over from it and the boy is
happy in his ignorance. It is a win, win or maybe a boom,
boom situation – let’s just lie back and enjoy it!”
While Fatso was getting “up to the peaches” next door with
Khun Mega Tits, Paul chose a sweet little thing that was
vertically challenged and stood all of four foot six, soaking
wet. I had not noticed her before, but she looked like a
small Asian doll - definitely prime spinning material.
Not great grammar, but I got the message and when Kuhn
Forty-Four walked out to greet me in bright light of the
reception area, I was impressed.
Say what you like about Flash, but the Greek God had
turned up trumps here and had already squared the bill,
bless his little ginger locks...
My selected girl was tall, slim and her skin was much
lighter than normal.
The lovely No 44 put her arm through mine and I was soon
taking the walk of shame down the familiar short corridor
to our room. Complete the heady aroma of incense and the
sound of traditional Thai music in the background.
She said this whilst giving the little fella a gentle rub and
then in a very lady like manner proceeded to gently lick any
pre-cum off the bell end and gave the flag pole a swift
polish too.
Did I like?
Without a blush, the girl squeezed into the tub and started
soaping both of us with unbridled enthusiasm.
We had not got into the full soapy routine yet, but my girl
was getting moist already.
Soap is not the best lubrication, but bit by bit, L J slide part
way into the warm slippy tunnel which felt like hot honey.
This girl was seriously tight and he was still only just over
half way to paradise at this stage.
So, gently turning the girl over in the suds with her
underneath in the basic missionary position, Little Jack
carefully thrust and gently tried to get himself fully inside
any orifice on offer.
You needed superhuman patience for this job.
She cried out loudly, came another time and we again had
to hold off further advances for a bit. Mod’s long legs were
now tight around my back and time seemed to stand still,
as we started moving cautiously for the third attempt.
It was hard not to finish there and then, but by using all my
self-control and thinking of something unpleasant (this was
the rare time that the thought of Flash’s face in the
morning was useful), I managed with amazing self-control
to avoid an embarrassment of being a bit too quick on the
trigger.
Talk about multi orgasmic, this girl could write the book on
it.
If Mod gets any louder, they will hear her back home in
Chang Rai.
Well, the truth is Little Jack and I were, but I reckon Mod
would have up for another round if it was on offer.
Still, that is the price you pay for spending quality time
with a hot little number and immersed in more soap than
the average chemist has in their stock room - battle scars
come with the territory.
Mod took the next five minutes showering the mess off the
floor and lilo, but most importantly making urgent repairs
to her hair and make-up.
The first cardinal rule of massage girls is, don’t get your
beautiful locks messed up and she had failed on this count
in spades. This was caused mainly by losing the all-
important plastic shower cap, whist in mid-orgasm a dozen
times in a row.
She undertook a quick expert repair job and swiftly got her
dress back on at high speed, after I zipped the back up.
One of the great things about Amy’s place is that there are
no strict rules on time.
In fact, after I pushed a 500 baht note into her bag, Mod
gently French kissed me. She gently gave the old fella a
last loving squeeze for a few minutes and then we slowly
wandered leisurely back arm in arm into the reception
area.
Romantic or what?
I nodded, but did not have the heart to explain to her that
we were off to Manila the next day and no time for a repeat
fixture.
What bummer.
I had heard the girls from Chang Mai were beautiful, but
did not realise that nymphomania was a local hobby and
tightness a regional custom.
Before I could point out that there was more to life than
just some mega mammary glands, Paul returned with not
one, but a couple of girls - the randy old devil had struck
again!
Both his small, but beautifully formed companions giggled
and said hello to Khun Pompoy, who grinned like the
proverbial Cheshire Cat.
He had still had not realised that he had become the butt of
an ongoing LBG joke and they were all suggesting the lad
enrolled on a crash diet, rather than an hour in the sack.
Paul had decided that as this was our last night in Bangers
for a bit, it was a good reason to get a brace of massage
girls in whilst stocks last.
So, The President and I thanked our patron and all round
good bloke Mr “Pompoy” Gordon, who waved it away as a
trifle in his new mood of philanthropy.
I was still tempted to bar fine her then and there, but with
the old fella looking like a red traffic light and every bodily
fluid sucked out of me, I made the sensible decision to pass.
Light the blue touch paper and retire was his motto.
I opened my door and thankfully laid down across on my
king-size mattress in a pleasant haze, both savouring the
dark of a Bangkok night and reliving my recent time with
Mod.
The faint smell her perfume was still on me and I could still
feel the touch of those sensuous fingers around Little Jack.
I thought again about ringing Amy’s to try and bar fine Mod
for my last night, but decided to stay in the giant bed alone.
Which was just as well as being totally wrecked, I must
have become unconscious before my head had fully hit the
pillow.
This was our last evening in the capital for a time and as
usual, you could not write the script!
“Fill your boots while you have the chance to put it about a
bit” our top agony aunt (or maybe uncle?) sensitively
suggested “you had a close escape there from that gorgon,
old son” was The Flashman’s diplomatic view.
Fortunately, as good old Flash still had a few baht left over
from his “Help Save Fallen Thai Girls” fund, he kindly
invested this in the necessary private transport to Don
Muang.
JANUARY 2017
The team headed off to Manila and Cebu to continue our
Asian Sexual Olympics that continued for another week. I
will diplomatically draw a veil over this period, but it will
not surprise readers to know that Flash behaved in a totally
depraved way (no changes there then) and we all had a
great time (no changes there either).
The scene in the Philippines was different from Thailand.
In my view, perhaps not as well or professionally organised
as in the Land of Smiles with the prime action tending to
revolve around mainly a thriving bar scene, so there was
less variety on offer.
Even so, the girls were pretty, the price low and it was
certainly great fun.
Paul had an old friend from Sydney, who owned a bar in the
nightlife district in Manila and his team of LBGs spoke
English with an Aussie accent, we certainly enjoyed their
company in our hotel rooms.
Maybe I will write an account of our time in the Philippines
sometime in the future, if you readers want it and I dare!
But for now, Mr. Gordon and myself were lounging back in
our reclining seats enjoying the Business Class section of a
Thai Airways flight on route back to Heathrow.
PM had a sub-load ticket with a different airline, so we
parted company at the airport earlier with the plan to have
a serious de-brief back in London within the next couple of
weeks.
Being a pre-digital age in 1980, this will be after getting all
our many pictures developed to remind us of our various
love interests in full colour…..
Flash and myself were like a couple of giggling school kids
on the flight home with both of us on a massive high. We
agreed it was by far the best holiday we had ever been on
and kept reliving every minute of it.
I dread to think what our fellow passengers sitting close by
thought, who were trying to do work or relax, when being
assaulted by endless loud tales of mindless sex and total
depravity.
Surprisingly, Mr. Gordon’s version did not seem completely
rooted in reality and could have come from a Star Trek
parallel universe situation.
After all the fighting of dangerous venomous serpents,
eating the hottest curry without getting a sweat on and
being classed as a Greek God, it was amazing The
Flashman had the strength to also bed most of the
attractive female population of South East Asia.!
The pretty Thai air hostesses on our return trip kept our
food and drink flowing. Sitting in business class, it was so
quiet and peaceful things appeared as if by magic, our
glasses were filled before we had noticed that they had
become empty.
Being pampered all the way home, was a great end to the
best few weeks of our lives. But one thing we both agreed
on, was that we had to get back soon…
Instead of catching up on much needed sleep, we chattered
and laughed for a high percentage of the long flight.
In fact, we only finally fell asleep listening to our pirated
Thai tapes on our Sony Walkmans a couple of hours before
landing in the UK.
Talk about jet lagged, the two of us were like the walking
dead. The average zombie was more full of life than us, as
we disembarked from the trusty DC10 onto the freezing
cold Heathrow tarmac.
Tired, unkempt, scruffy and basically shagged out, we
managed to retrieve our bags from the carousal, after
staggering through Heathrow passport control.
We both then learnt another valuable lesson that day.
If you do not want to get a hard time from the authorities,
try and look reasonably smart.
It is no fun after flying for over 12 hours to have some
stroppy “jobs worth” pull your luggage apart and give you
the full treatment.
Our ever helpful customs officer welcomed us back home to
blighty by emptying everything out from both our suitcases,
squeezed our tubes of toothpaste and even asked us what
the tennis rackets were for!
Luckily, he took one look at Flash and decided not to do a
full body cavity search, even if my travelling companion
had a striking resemblance to a Columbian drug baron
having a bad hair day.
To be fair, we did make the average terrorist or major
hitman look a picture of sartorial elegance.
I have seen bag men look more stylish than young Mr.
Graham Gordon after that many hours flying and drinking.
No wonder Paul always looks immaculate when travelling,
it can reduce the hassle a bit.
After we put the mountain of stuff back in our cases and
waved goodbye to the unsmiling official, we then both
headed home from the airport enjoying a wet cold February
day in London, dreaming of what we had left behind.
So endith the first lesson!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE PM’s TWENTY POINT
SURVIVAL GUIDE 1980 – 2017
As I mentioned at the start, that this was never meant to be
a guide book to Thailand.
It is just a humble compilation of anecdotes from my own
first trips back in 1980 to the Land of Smiles and certainly
not a comprehensive plan of “How to be a Sex Tourist in
Five Easy Lessons”.
Even so, my very good friend and travelling mentor Paul
Martin, gave us some suggested guidelines back in the day
which I reckon are still relevant in 2017.
Feel free to ignore them, but I reckon these few “words of
wisdom” may help some new visitors get a bit more out of
their initial Far East jaunt and perhaps help keep them out
of unnecessary trouble.
OK, I have updated things a bit, but most are the originals
which have stood the test of time.
When you read the following list, you will see that many
look blindingly obvious.
But as the famous saying goes, “common sense is not so
common these days” …
PM’s 20 Golden Rules.
1 Drugs. Keep well clear – full stop. Thailand has VERY
strict policy on illegal substances, hard or soft and you can
be in mega trouble if you are caught. What has changed
since the 1980s is that the police now routinely raid clubs
and bars and urine test customers. If anything dodgy shows
up in your bodily fluids, you are in strife - big time. I have
heard it said that you can buy your way out of any problems
in Thailand, but I would not rely on it. The only safe course
of action is to steer clear and not take the chance. A few
years behind bars in the infamous “Bangkok Hilton” is not
recommended as an extension to your holiday.
10. Hygiene. One thing that was true then and is true
today, is that most Thai girls are very clean and expect you
to be the same. This has not changed over the thirty-five
years since I first landed in the Kingdom and it pays
dividends to up your personal freshness levels. It goes
without saying that in the searingly hot and often humid
tropical climate of South East Asia, you will not increase
your attractiveness to the opposite sex by being a stranger
to soap and water! Even so, it is amazing how often you see
a farang stinking of stale sweat and body odour trying to
get off with a stunning dancer in some go go bar. Plenty of
deodorant, mouth wash and shampoo will pay dividends
believe me. You may not look like Brad Pitt, but you can at
least smell like him with enough aftershave splashed on all
over…
18. Trust. If you agree a price, pay the full amount. I have
seen a number of avoidable incidents with visitors trying to
renege on a deal for “services” with a massage or bar girl.
Don’t get into a bust-up over a hundred baht or whatever. If
you agree a deal, honour it or risk all sorts of problems.
I reckon this is true to some extent and often the bar girls
seem to expect the punters to buy more relatively
expensive “lady” drinks now than on my early trips.
The bar scene has also moved on with many LBGs keen to
do mainly “short time” rather than an all-night session.
You certainly felt like being a long way from home in those
distant heady times.
Compared with today, both Soi Cowboy and Nana Plaza
were just a twinkle in some bar owner’s eye back in 1980.
Yes, both had a few drinking places and around the Nana
Hotel area there were a handful of massage parlours and
beer bars, but it was very low key compared to the current
action, which is now on an industrial scale.
If you did get a dose back in the eighties, a swift trip to the
delightful Dr. Wu and a sackful of antibiotics seemed to sort
it out quickly.
There could have been the serious risk of the old fella
coming off in their hands from over use…
Of course the bars are still great fun, particularly if you are
with a bunch of mates. But when you tot up just how much
you can spend chasing chrome pole dancers, the agencies
are maybe better value than they look on first glance.
Although they were around in 1980 none of my team used
the short-term hotels. The thinking was we had paid for
somewhere to stay, so why waste a few more baht on
another bed in a different place?
Totting it all up, top escorts giving you two hours of their
undivided time for 5000 – 6000 of the folding stuff, may not
such a bad deal after all.
That was all well and good, but problem was that none of
us wanted to wait that long for some more “in your face”
LBG action.
The ticket costs are the same and I would just about be
getting into the swing of the action and have fought off the
worst effects of jet lag, before I was back on the plane
heading home again. Reluctantly leaving the other two
members of the team enjoying my share of unlimited Thai
nookie.
That is, if I could con the little knob head with some
inflated revenue stats.
Small but deadly, standing on tip toe at five foot two in his
expensive patient leather elevator shoes. They say good
things come in small packages, but there is always an
exception to any rule and I would be looking at it across the
office in the morning.
Don’t ask how, but in our “hire and fire” industry, it pays to
have a bit of life insurance.
The first to blink was going to lose this little battle of wills.
“I will sign your frigging dodgy holiday form, but you need
to do something for me” Tim thundered.
“So Jacko, it works like this, you pay your own airfare and
hotels” he continued, “but I will organise an upgrade to
business class for both you and that half-witted plonker
carrot head, you are travelling with. That is totally gratis
and you can claim generous expenses for any entertaining
during the seminar. Don’t worry about spending the
publications hard earned on the top guys, do what you have
to do to keep them happy”.
“The rest of your time, you can go and chase Asian totty
until it drops off. So that is the arrangement Jack - your
call”.
I was doing work on this trip - well for a few hours, anyway.
AUGUST 1980
The final date had been set to allow for my couple of days
“work” in the middle of the trip at the Pan - Asian Travel
Trade Convention and I finally had the sad task of saying
goodbye to my dear Publishing Director.
Told you that Tim was renowned for his exemplary staff
relations and caring motivational skills.
“Poor David, must have been so lonely in the Far East with
no female company for six weeks, as he enjoys a very high
sex drive” Caroline said without a hint of embarrassment.
“Dream on, Miss Naive” I thought “the jammy little sod has
probably been putting it about like Flynn in South East Asia
since leaving her obvious charms”.
The flight’s only slight hitch was that Thai Airways decided
to perhaps unwisely, show one of those comedy spoof films
with Leslie Nielson based around a plane out of control.
This was not going down too well with both my pair of
fretful companions, either of whom could have written the
book “Fear of Flying”.
So, for some reason, I was the only one laughing at the on-
screen entertainment in our row of seats.
Always the optimist in the nookie stakes, the lad leant over
and in a loud voice stated that “I reckon you might
persuade her to join the “Mile High Club” – if you got a few
more leg-openers down her”.
“No chance” I told him “Little Jack is not coming out to play
until he smells that soapy water”.
But my slight chance of 35,000 feet “gob job” went out the
window and the real problems started, as we approached
Delhi for the standard refuelling and crew change stop.
Our trusty big silver bird in sky, flew into the “Mother and
Father” of all monsoon electrical storms.
Looking at the front of the cabin, you could see the horizon
had tilted which was a bit spooky.
Flash, always the knight in shining armour, showed his
natural courage by trying to get to the emergency exit first
by ruthlessly elbowing everyone else out of the way.
Obviously, this act of unselfish bravery followed his
standard doctrine of women and children last.
The transit area in those far-off days was pretty basic and
bleak, being just a concrete room with benches.
This was the first time I had visted Delhi Airport and it
appeared that normal procedure was that everybody with a
ticket ran at the boarding gate when any flight came on the
screen.
There was regular uproar, as a couple of smart looking
burly Sikh security guards checked the paperwork and
turned back any passengers that we not booked on that
particular departure.
Tiny Tim Hargreaves will never believe the airline lost the
paperwork and my chances of getting additional time off
for future for trips to “hide the sausage” will look bleak.
Flash is only person I know that can even talk out of tune.
Fortunately for music lovers everywhere, this unwelcome
melodic (?) interlude was interrupted by a very attractive
and expensively dressed young Thai girl clutching a pen
and paper who came over to talk to us.
He said in his usual loud voice that it was a pity she had not
been wearing a number badge, as he would have been in
like Flynn and given her a few baht, plus a king-sized
portion in the cargo bay.
You either have class or you don’t and you could see that
this particular girl had it in spades.
“I like your bitter beer very much” Pear said and licked her
lips.
But when he had heard Pear’s dulcet tones, the little fella
must have thought he had woken up back at Naked Teen
Girl Massage Emporium in downtown BK.
Our main man speedily loaded the recently lost and found
luggage in the back and we all joined the race with the
other passengers heading for the delights of downtown
Bangers.
We hurt in places that did not know we had, but seeing our
leader’s couple of female companions from last night, gave
both of us a new lease (or lust) for life.
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TO BE CONTINUED.
“BANGKOK NUDE”
PUBLISHING DATE LATE 2017