May seemed happy , and I think a littel proud, to have what she called "big money" in her newly opened savings account. I had advanced her three-month´s allowance for the time I planned to spend in Thailand, Cambodia, and Vietnam.
Leaving May and the Philippines wasn´t easy. I was comfortable in familiar surroundings, and May takes good care of me in bed, but I had an assignment to write and illustrate a series of travel articles. At the same time, I intended to scout models for glamour photography.
In the van that collected passengers for Manila, I met a tall dark-haired Canadian named James. We transferred to a bus and left Angeles. James was headed for Thailand on the same Egypt Air flight. We found an easy friendship and agreed to share a cab from Bangkok´s airport to Pattaya. In Manila we piled into another van and headed for the airport. My baggage, loaded with portable studio lighting, was overweight, James´was under, and he let me put some heavy photo equipment in his bags. I had prior approval of a small camera case and my laptop, as second and third carry-on items, and managed to check in without paying for excess baggage.
It was hard to believe i was on my way, I hadn´t been to Thailand for years. Intoxicating memories of tropical beaches, elephants, monkeys, and beautiful woman flowed through my mind.
We arrived in Bangkok a few minutes before midnight, As James and I walked through the airport, we passed under a sign that read, "WELCOME TO LAND OF SMILE." I smiled, remembering that simple grammar of Thailand has no plurals and none of the littel words like the, which sprinkle our English.
Entering the Kingdom of Thailand was easy. A friendly immigration officer stamped my passport where i asked him to, giving me thirty days. Though i have a diplomatic-style passport, with forty-eight pages rather than the standard twenty-four, it´s nearly filled with a blizzard of entry, exit, and visa stamps.
I manage the remaining space by getting officials to stamp littel leftover spots.
Customs officials just smiled and waved us though their checkpoint. We met a guy from Washington State at the taxi counter, and the three of us shared a late-model Volvo cab to Pattaya.
I sat in front with the driver. He spoke English, though not very well. I lived with a Thai girlfriend for years, and I know a littel of their language. Trying to speak Thai with our driver, I realized just how little. Fortunately. I´d brought along my pocketsize English-Thai/Thai-English dictionary and a Thai phrase book. I´ll need to brush up on my Thai and expand my vocabulary. Two hours later we dropped off the third guy at a hotel surrounded by coconut palms. Tropical Pattaya is Thailand´s most popular beach town.
James and I checked into Sea Breeze. Our mutual friend, Ingar, had recommended the small hotel to both of us. It wasn´t a great place, but it was cheap, and I needed a place to sleep. My room was large, with a big paddle fan on the ceiling and an Asian-style squat toilet in the bathroom. Though I´d thought I might stay elsewhere, I´d planned to look for Ingar at the Sea Breeze anyway. Ingar had gone to Cambodia, but he was expected back any day.
The next evening I scouted around town. Hundreds of tiny open-air beer bars lined the streets, with bargirls sitting under the pink fluorescent lights. As I passed each bar i could check out the girls without sitting down and buying a drink. Most of the girls didn´t appeal to me, but at Happy Bar I found a girl whose looks i liked. Her youth, slender body, and cute face attracted me like a magnet. Like so many of the bargirls I´d passed, she beckoned to me with a smile, inviting me to sit with her. Stitting across the bar from Em, I ordered a bottle of water. After spending a few minutes with me, she drifted away.
Another girl kept me company as I observed Em. A thin, bald foreigner arrived and sat down at the bar a few stools away from me. Em spoke with him, and they went to eat at a restaurant behind Happy Bar. Figuring the guy was her steady customer or boyfriend, I wrote her off. Too bad,she was the only girl I´d seen who really attracted me.
The next morning I was pleasantly surprised to
see Ingar in the hallway. His Nordic features, framed by his shoulder-lenght,
dark-blonde hair, beamed with his trademark broad smile, Though he was scheduled
to return to Norway in a few days, he volunteered to show James and me around
town.
That evening Ingar took us barhopping, As we
passed Happy Bar, Em gave me a wave and a smile. Ingar took us to a go-go bar.
As we walked into the dimly lit nightclub, we where greeted with the vision of
pretty nude dancers. They where slender, with nice tits and ass; and there
pussies, adorned with scant black hair,were at eye-level as we passed along the
bar they danced behind. We sat at the bar for awhile, enjoying the dancers.
"it´s alomost time for the show I told you about," announced Ingar.
"Let´s go." The three of us walked down 2nd Road to Soi Post Office.
Outside the entrance of Fire and Ice, a door
girl held a sign that looked like an oversized red ping-pong paddle. White
lettering spelled, "SHOW TIME." We walked in, and a waitress showed
us to a table at the edge of the stage. Ingar took the chair next to the wall,
and James sat between him and myself.
All three of us faced the
stage and an attractive nude dancer. The Dancer, supporting herself on chrome
vertical poles and draped with about fifteen feet of twisted yellow-and-black
string, was moving sinuously in time with the music that filled the club. I
wondered what would happen next. "Do you think she´ll stuff the string up
her pussy?" I asked James, my mouth close to his ear. James shrugged. The
girl continued to dance, but she soon left the stage, having done nothing
interesting with the string since our arrival.
Earlier, Ingar had told us
that the girls here put on a nasty show. "One girl puts a beer bottle up
her ass," he´d told us. "Her ass, or her pussy?" I´d asked for
clarification. "Her ass, but sometimes her pussy. Depends how she feels.
Another dancer, small and
hard-bodied with uplifted tits and long black hair, exchanged places with the
first girl on the small stage. The cheeks of her ass were tightly rounded, and
her pussy was shaved clean. As she gyrated in time with the music, a flower
about an inch and a half in diameter suddenly appeared, blossoming between the
fleshy petals of her pussy. She pulled on the flower and another followed the
first, then another. Each blossom was separated from the next by about two
inches of string. The flowers were made of a silky fabric and expanded into there
blossoming shape as each one popped out of the lips of her little Thai pussy.
Incredibly, like a magician,
she kept pulling out the string of flowers as she danced. She helt onto the
chrome go-go poles, placing one foot or her ass on a high stool and putting
herself into contorted positions to display her cunt. As she pulled on the
string and moved with the music, the chain of flowers eventually stretched to a
lenght about three times her own height. Unbelievably, dozens of flowers were
now adorning her body as she draped the chain of blossoms over herslef.
Wondering what the flowers
smelled like, I hoped she wouldn´t swing them onto my face. As if reading my
mind, the nasty little bitch leaned over and rubbed her fingers on my nose.
Leaning across the table in front of James, Ingar told me, "She´s the
nasty one."
"No shit!" I
responded.
Our tiny table was right up against the littel
stage, and all this was going on mere inches from our faces. Ingar´s green
bottle of Heineken, James´ brown bottle of Singha beer, and my own angular
plastic bottle of mineral water stood on our table.
