Hi Scottie, Don't let that bad experience put you off NEC. There are many many diamonds awaiting your exploration in that venue.
Try a couple of more bars - you wont be disappointed
Ignore Fahn if you see her - you wont be the first punter to giver her the heave. Chances are she's forgotten you if she was out off her face on drugs anyways. Sounds like she's not well liked in that area and wont last long anyways.
Scottie's "fantasy becomes reality" trip report.
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Posted 18 June 2009 - 06:50 AM
I spent a lot of money on LB's in Nana Plaza, Patpong and Pattaya. The rest of the cash, I just squandered
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Posted 18 June 2009 - 04:42 PM
damn this a great read. got back yesterday, so bummed!
enjoy it mate, ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST
enjoy it mate, ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST
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Posted 18 June 2009 - 06:19 PM
Loving the TR Scottie - can't remember your dates, but hope to hook up with you in Patong next week.
I roll in on the 22nd mate.
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Posted 20 June 2009 - 12:59 PM
Day 4
Stay off the streets newbie...
Given how the previous evening played out I decided that, until I get down to Phuket at least, freelancers are strictly off limits. No matter how much they remind me of former co-workers that I always wanted to sleep with.
Temptations, Obsessions and mistaken recollections...
So it's back to the NEC for my by now standard lap of the complex. Before you know it I am back in Temptations (for reasons unknown I have it in my head I am in Obsessions, which causes some comedy the next evening, but more on that later) with a beer in my hand and checking out the action.
From the moment I walk in I have eye contact with a girl that seems to be quite nice and friendly. She is constantly signalling for permission to come and sit with me, but she does not "do it" for me. There does seem to be a better variety of talent on offer though than what there was the previous night. One in particular catches my eye and before I know it she is at my side and we are chatting away.
She tells me her name is Pim, amongst other things. It's pleasing that her English is better than the previous girls I have spoken to. Either that or I am starting to pick up the dialect a little better after being exposed to it for a few days coupled with not being quite so nervous.
I have another beer while Pim gets back up and dances then, after almost being hypnotised watching her shake it all about, decide to barfine her. So it's back to the Aspen Suites we go...
Pim wins the toss and elects to serve
She's very active in bed and not scared to take charge of things if you let her, and I had great pleasure in doing so. It was a very different encounter, much more "carnal" or "primal" I guess you could say as opposed to a more intimate or GF type of experience that I had with Ink. Each are equally pleasurable in their own right though and the two certainly aren't mutually exclusive. But lying there afterwards while wondering if I was going to get my breath back, it was interesting to note the vast differences between two. Both though are extremely satisfying.
Lost phones, taxi fares and selective go-go deafness
Pim returns from the shower and you can notice a slight change in attitude and it appears, not surprisingly, that she is keen to get back to the bar for another customer as I had decided to only take her for short time. She'd given me her phone number earlier on and asked if I would call her the next day. I said I wasn't sure, but I may pop in to the bar tomorrow night. She was a little insistent on me calling her before then but I stuck to my guns and said I wanted to look around the other bars but may stop by.
Her insistence on calling here put me on my guard a little bit, and it'd be appropriate to mention that without the info shared in the forums here I more than likely would have been taken by surprise and got sucked in to some extent. She tells me that she has lost her phone and asks if I could give her some money to help her buy a new one. I don't point out that she has already told me five or six times to call her....how was she supposed to answer if she has lost her phone? I just politely decline a couple of times and refuse to cave to her little girl lost looks.
The next thing she is telling me that the amount I have given her for short time isn't enough, despite the fact that it's 100 baht more than what we had agreed upon. She indicates that the music is very loud in the bar and I may not have heard properly. I remind here of the negotiation conversation we had, complete with a recreation of hand gestures and the holding up of fingers. This goes on for a minute or two before she realises that she has met her match on that score and says "OK, OK, no problem, up to you".
Thinking that all is settled she then asks for money for a taxi. By this stage I am getting a little annoyed, but don't let it show and it passes almost instantaneously as I know this isn't personal, it's just what they do. I remind her that the amount I have given her is more than what we agreed upon and she can use some of that for a taxi if she wants. She smiles, she's realised that there's no angle that's going to get me to pony up any more baht.
We head back downstairs and head to the lobby where she collects her ID and heads out into the night.
All in all lots of fun. Fantastic body, very sexy and knows how to use it.
Stay off the streets newbie...
Given how the previous evening played out I decided that, until I get down to Phuket at least, freelancers are strictly off limits. No matter how much they remind me of former co-workers that I always wanted to sleep with.
Temptations, Obsessions and mistaken recollections...
So it's back to the NEC for my by now standard lap of the complex. Before you know it I am back in Temptations (for reasons unknown I have it in my head I am in Obsessions, which causes some comedy the next evening, but more on that later) with a beer in my hand and checking out the action.
From the moment I walk in I have eye contact with a girl that seems to be quite nice and friendly. She is constantly signalling for permission to come and sit with me, but she does not "do it" for me. There does seem to be a better variety of talent on offer though than what there was the previous night. One in particular catches my eye and before I know it she is at my side and we are chatting away.
She tells me her name is Pim, amongst other things. It's pleasing that her English is better than the previous girls I have spoken to. Either that or I am starting to pick up the dialect a little better after being exposed to it for a few days coupled with not being quite so nervous.
I have another beer while Pim gets back up and dances then, after almost being hypnotised watching her shake it all about, decide to barfine her. So it's back to the Aspen Suites we go...
Pim wins the toss and elects to serve
She's very active in bed and not scared to take charge of things if you let her, and I had great pleasure in doing so. It was a very different encounter, much more "carnal" or "primal" I guess you could say as opposed to a more intimate or GF type of experience that I had with Ink. Each are equally pleasurable in their own right though and the two certainly aren't mutually exclusive. But lying there afterwards while wondering if I was going to get my breath back, it was interesting to note the vast differences between two. Both though are extremely satisfying.
Lost phones, taxi fares and selective go-go deafness
Pim returns from the shower and you can notice a slight change in attitude and it appears, not surprisingly, that she is keen to get back to the bar for another customer as I had decided to only take her for short time. She'd given me her phone number earlier on and asked if I would call her the next day. I said I wasn't sure, but I may pop in to the bar tomorrow night. She was a little insistent on me calling her before then but I stuck to my guns and said I wanted to look around the other bars but may stop by.
Her insistence on calling here put me on my guard a little bit, and it'd be appropriate to mention that without the info shared in the forums here I more than likely would have been taken by surprise and got sucked in to some extent. She tells me that she has lost her phone and asks if I could give her some money to help her buy a new one. I don't point out that she has already told me five or six times to call her....how was she supposed to answer if she has lost her phone? I just politely decline a couple of times and refuse to cave to her little girl lost looks.
The next thing she is telling me that the amount I have given her for short time isn't enough, despite the fact that it's 100 baht more than what we had agreed upon. She indicates that the music is very loud in the bar and I may not have heard properly. I remind here of the negotiation conversation we had, complete with a recreation of hand gestures and the holding up of fingers. This goes on for a minute or two before she realises that she has met her match on that score and says "OK, OK, no problem, up to you".
Thinking that all is settled she then asks for money for a taxi. By this stage I am getting a little annoyed, but don't let it show and it passes almost instantaneously as I know this isn't personal, it's just what they do. I remind her that the amount I have given her is more than what we agreed upon and she can use some of that for a taxi if she wants. She smiles, she's realised that there's no angle that's going to get me to pony up any more baht.
We head back downstairs and head to the lobby where she collects her ID and heads out into the night.
All in all lots of fun. Fantastic body, very sexy and knows how to use it.
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Posted 20 June 2009 - 11:27 PM
Good lad Scottie............good to see a Farang sticking to his guns despite the Thai wrangling........... :wink:
At the end of the day both teams came out winners without taking the piss.....
At the end of the day both teams came out winners without taking the piss.....
"My advice is just thank the god that doesnt exist for the rib he didnt take to create the women thats not a women that he didnt make for the naturaly uncut cock n enjoy it, they sure are fun." - Boomdraw
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Day 5
Returned from my day trip out in the jungle, complete with bonus traffic jam on the return leg which throws my schedule out 90 minutes, and am pleased to see I have a message from eslmiker (Mike), who has returned from his sojourn to Pattaya. I give him a buzz and we make arrangements to meet down in the lobby a little later and set about for the evenings work.
Pack hunting...
We hook up in the early evening and head out towards Nana, exchanging stories of the previous couple of days. Pattaya is sounding like the excuse I needed to make my next trip!
As I'd still only managed to have been to just the one LB bar in the complex we decided we'd try take a look at some or all of the other three. I said I'd prefer if we'd not got to Obsession just in case Pim takes it as a sign I have some back to specifically see her. Not that I would be averse to another round with her or vain enough to think I am going to be the sole focus of her attention, it's just that I'd prefer to take a look around and sample some of the other talent on offer. Plus I want to get to all the individual bars for a look. "We'll go take a look at Temptations first" says Mike.
Mike, why would you do this to me???
We arrive at Nana and stroll on in, heading over to the right and up the escalator, which I have noticed seems to be working only every other day. That aside I am thinking it's odd we're going up given that Temptations is at the back on the ground level. We're met by the obligatory barrage of girls at the top of the escalator, but battle our way through and head around to our left. "Hmmmm" I think to myself, "we're going to go right past Obsession here. I wonder why we wouldn't go up the stairs and around to the left if we're going elsewhere" as I am thinking that Mike has decided on a late change and we're going to Casanova instead, which is fine by me.
We walk along to Obsessions (regulars will have of no doubt by now realised my error), and sure enough Pim is out the front. I say "hi" and give her a smile, she reciprocates. Next thing you know Mike takes a right turn and heads on in. Thinking now that this is some sort of joke or initiation that he can use to take the piss out of me in his upcoming trip report, I follow him in.
Everything becomes clear…
We grab a seat and order a couple of beers and sit back to take a look about. I can't recall what came first, our drinks or Pim following us in and sitting next to me. I have a quick exchange with her and say I have just come in with my friend for a look. I let my eyes roam the whole time and hope that I am not being too rude while talking to her but trying to ignore her at the same time. I turn to Mike and say "this is the one from last night".
Mike is understandably confused. “Didn’t you say you went to Obsession?” he asks me. “Yeah” I reply, as the penny starts to drop. “This is Temptations, not Obsession” he tells me. Belly laughs all around as I realise my mistake and the fact the Mike was indeed trying to help me avoid the very same place he has accidently taken me to. “I’m an idiot” I say…..Mike says nothing. I can’t blame him for agreeing. We continue to chuckle for a minute or two while we finish our drinks then head back downstairs into the real Obsession. I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the places figured out now.
Gladiators……..ready
Back on the ground level, we saunter through and into Obsession. I am instantly impressed with the layout, it reminds me a bit of a mini coliseum. We take our seats, but move to the back row where there’s a little more space as Mike is also expecting to meet a friend of his. He arrives shortly thereafter and I am impressed with the entrance he makes as by the time he makes his way around to us the Lb’s are hurling themselves at him like javelins. He handles this with an ease that is perhaps the most singularly impressive thing I have seen so far on my trip. Mike introduces me however after making acquaintances I leave him be, he has his hands full plus I have to pretty much yell to make myself heard, it’s loud in here.
It’s a very comfortable bar though, and it makes viewing LB’s a great spectator sport. Just when I think it couldn’t get any cooler, one of the male employees goes by the girls on stage and throws a pile of baht notes into the air. Chaos ensues as they drop to their knees and scramble about for the cash. Mike then explains what is happening, as well as why there is a bucket of table tennis balls on stage. “This is brilliant” I think to myself.
Revolutions and revelations…
We sit back and enjoy our drinks. Mike gets a conversation on with an “old friend” of his and I take the opportunity to soak it all in. For mine the talent here is infinitely superior to that of Temptations however that could be also due to the increased volume of girls here. It’s hypnotising watching them go around and around, one will catch your eye but then you have to wait a moment until she completes a revolution so you can take another look. I think it adds to the appeal somehow. Mike and I discuss some of the ones of particular appeal.
A new shift starts on the carousel which I watch with heightened interest. There are some stunners this time and I shift forward in my seat, taking special interest in three girls that are together. All have more of a “Japanese” look to them, two with fairer coloured hair and one with jet black and perhaps a little different shape to the face with a slightly more youthful, even pixie-like look.
Quantifying attraction…
Earlier in the day Mike and I talked a little about what was it we found physically attractive in LB’s. I found that it is difficult to quantify exactly what it is (and of course the same holds true for GG’s) that I find appealing. There are some features that have been relatively common throughout my life as far as what I find attractive. But there is also a certain unknown than I have never been able to quantify. I think I said to Mike something along the lines of “I can’t tell you why I like brussel sprouts either, I just find them tasty”. That’s part of the wonder of it all I suppose, there’s a certain part of attractiveness you can’t explain, you just know it when you see it.
I definitely saw it in this group of three on the carousel. The next decision, which of them to call over. A couple of revolutions later I had decided, which was timely as the song was ending and their shift was over. One in particular I'd had plenty of eye contact with and she was great at throwing that shy, tilt the head look which I am a sucker for. I motioned for her to come over and in a flash she is at my side. I get her a drink and we get to chatting. Her name is Pat. Her English is pretty good and, coupled with my increased acclimatisation and comprehension of the local accent, conversation is free flowing and very, very liberal.
To threesome or not to threesome…
After about five minutes of chatting I’m sold, she’s a cutie and we’ve definitely hit it off. She even appears to get my sense of humour, or is instinctive enough to laugh in all the right places. As it happens she lives with the dark haired girl she was dancing with on stage, who I note is now in discussions with some oriental guys over the other side of the bar. She’s telling me how she’d get her to come back too if I wanted and I could fuck the both of them. It’s official, I am in heaven. Before I know it it’s time for her to get up on stage again, she asks if I want to barfine her and her friend. I ask her to go dance again and to let me think about it, but point out her friend already looks like she’s taken.
I watch her go up and start dancing again, with seemingly extra vigour every time she revolves around to my side. When she’s not in view I look over to her friend who, although still engaged with the Orientals, beams a very cheeky smile at me every time I look over (which is every time Pat is spinning around the out of view. I lean over to Mike to inform him of the situation but notice instantly there’s a bit of a change in his demeanor, but I’ll leave that for his trip report. I leave him to it after we agree that we’ll leave at the end of the next shift and I’ll barfine Pat assuming she’s still available.
We finish up our drinks and I wait with fingers crossed that nobody beats me to the punch with Pat. I’ve also got one eye on proceedings with her friend, who still seems to be paying more attention to me than to the guys she is with, not that I mind. A few songs pass and then the shift is over. Pat is still there and looks at me, I give her the nod to indicate that I want her to come with me and she is off to the change room in a flash while I fix up the tab.
It's not long before Mike, Pat and I head for the exit. Mike is still on the prowl and is heading off to another bar. We have a quick exchange about what happened inside and he fills me in on the details. We agree to catch up in the morning over breakfast. Pat and I head out and back towards the hotel. I've got to confess, I love the looks you get from people walking back to the hotel. Truth be told I think I want someone to come up to me and say “mate, that’s a guy” or something similar just so I can say “yeah, I know, I fucking love ‘em”.
Captain, I cannay give you any more power…
Back at the loom we have the obligatory shower, although this time together which makes for a lot of fun, and then head for the bedroom. I like to have a fair bit of foreplay before getting down to things in earnest (plus as I get older it seems it takes a little longer to warm up) but notice this time that despite my best efforts, from the waist down at least, she is relatively unresponsive. “No enough power” she says and grins sheepishly at me. She’s so cute that I don’t mind at all. “That’s OK” I reply, feeling like a guy in a cheesy 70’s porn movie and bringing on the onset of a minor giggle fit as I can’t believe how corny the line is I am about to say…but it seemed so appropriate, “I’ve got enough power for both of us”.
As I’m walking her down to reception some time later, I am already forming plans to find the time to get her and her hot little roommate back for a romp. I can’t think of a better way to initiate myself into the world of threesomes, power or no power.
Returned from my day trip out in the jungle, complete with bonus traffic jam on the return leg which throws my schedule out 90 minutes, and am pleased to see I have a message from eslmiker (Mike), who has returned from his sojourn to Pattaya. I give him a buzz and we make arrangements to meet down in the lobby a little later and set about for the evenings work.
Pack hunting...
We hook up in the early evening and head out towards Nana, exchanging stories of the previous couple of days. Pattaya is sounding like the excuse I needed to make my next trip!
As I'd still only managed to have been to just the one LB bar in the complex we decided we'd try take a look at some or all of the other three. I said I'd prefer if we'd not got to Obsession just in case Pim takes it as a sign I have some back to specifically see her. Not that I would be averse to another round with her or vain enough to think I am going to be the sole focus of her attention, it's just that I'd prefer to take a look around and sample some of the other talent on offer. Plus I want to get to all the individual bars for a look. "We'll go take a look at Temptations first" says Mike.
Mike, why would you do this to me???
We arrive at Nana and stroll on in, heading over to the right and up the escalator, which I have noticed seems to be working only every other day. That aside I am thinking it's odd we're going up given that Temptations is at the back on the ground level. We're met by the obligatory barrage of girls at the top of the escalator, but battle our way through and head around to our left. "Hmmmm" I think to myself, "we're going to go right past Obsession here. I wonder why we wouldn't go up the stairs and around to the left if we're going elsewhere" as I am thinking that Mike has decided on a late change and we're going to Casanova instead, which is fine by me.
We walk along to Obsessions (regulars will have of no doubt by now realised my error), and sure enough Pim is out the front. I say "hi" and give her a smile, she reciprocates. Next thing you know Mike takes a right turn and heads on in. Thinking now that this is some sort of joke or initiation that he can use to take the piss out of me in his upcoming trip report, I follow him in.
Everything becomes clear…
We grab a seat and order a couple of beers and sit back to take a look about. I can't recall what came first, our drinks or Pim following us in and sitting next to me. I have a quick exchange with her and say I have just come in with my friend for a look. I let my eyes roam the whole time and hope that I am not being too rude while talking to her but trying to ignore her at the same time. I turn to Mike and say "this is the one from last night".
Mike is understandably confused. “Didn’t you say you went to Obsession?” he asks me. “Yeah” I reply, as the penny starts to drop. “This is Temptations, not Obsession” he tells me. Belly laughs all around as I realise my mistake and the fact the Mike was indeed trying to help me avoid the very same place he has accidently taken me to. “I’m an idiot” I say…..Mike says nothing. I can’t blame him for agreeing. We continue to chuckle for a minute or two while we finish our drinks then head back downstairs into the real Obsession. I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the places figured out now.
Gladiators……..ready
Back on the ground level, we saunter through and into Obsession. I am instantly impressed with the layout, it reminds me a bit of a mini coliseum. We take our seats, but move to the back row where there’s a little more space as Mike is also expecting to meet a friend of his. He arrives shortly thereafter and I am impressed with the entrance he makes as by the time he makes his way around to us the Lb’s are hurling themselves at him like javelins. He handles this with an ease that is perhaps the most singularly impressive thing I have seen so far on my trip. Mike introduces me however after making acquaintances I leave him be, he has his hands full plus I have to pretty much yell to make myself heard, it’s loud in here.
It’s a very comfortable bar though, and it makes viewing LB’s a great spectator sport. Just when I think it couldn’t get any cooler, one of the male employees goes by the girls on stage and throws a pile of baht notes into the air. Chaos ensues as they drop to their knees and scramble about for the cash. Mike then explains what is happening, as well as why there is a bucket of table tennis balls on stage. “This is brilliant” I think to myself.
Revolutions and revelations…
We sit back and enjoy our drinks. Mike gets a conversation on with an “old friend” of his and I take the opportunity to soak it all in. For mine the talent here is infinitely superior to that of Temptations however that could be also due to the increased volume of girls here. It’s hypnotising watching them go around and around, one will catch your eye but then you have to wait a moment until she completes a revolution so you can take another look. I think it adds to the appeal somehow. Mike and I discuss some of the ones of particular appeal.
A new shift starts on the carousel which I watch with heightened interest. There are some stunners this time and I shift forward in my seat, taking special interest in three girls that are together. All have more of a “Japanese” look to them, two with fairer coloured hair and one with jet black and perhaps a little different shape to the face with a slightly more youthful, even pixie-like look.
Quantifying attraction…
Earlier in the day Mike and I talked a little about what was it we found physically attractive in LB’s. I found that it is difficult to quantify exactly what it is (and of course the same holds true for GG’s) that I find appealing. There are some features that have been relatively common throughout my life as far as what I find attractive. But there is also a certain unknown than I have never been able to quantify. I think I said to Mike something along the lines of “I can’t tell you why I like brussel sprouts either, I just find them tasty”. That’s part of the wonder of it all I suppose, there’s a certain part of attractiveness you can’t explain, you just know it when you see it.
I definitely saw it in this group of three on the carousel. The next decision, which of them to call over. A couple of revolutions later I had decided, which was timely as the song was ending and their shift was over. One in particular I'd had plenty of eye contact with and she was great at throwing that shy, tilt the head look which I am a sucker for. I motioned for her to come over and in a flash she is at my side. I get her a drink and we get to chatting. Her name is Pat. Her English is pretty good and, coupled with my increased acclimatisation and comprehension of the local accent, conversation is free flowing and very, very liberal.
To threesome or not to threesome…
After about five minutes of chatting I’m sold, she’s a cutie and we’ve definitely hit it off. She even appears to get my sense of humour, or is instinctive enough to laugh in all the right places. As it happens she lives with the dark haired girl she was dancing with on stage, who I note is now in discussions with some oriental guys over the other side of the bar. She’s telling me how she’d get her to come back too if I wanted and I could fuck the both of them. It’s official, I am in heaven. Before I know it it’s time for her to get up on stage again, she asks if I want to barfine her and her friend. I ask her to go dance again and to let me think about it, but point out her friend already looks like she’s taken.
I watch her go up and start dancing again, with seemingly extra vigour every time she revolves around to my side. When she’s not in view I look over to her friend who, although still engaged with the Orientals, beams a very cheeky smile at me every time I look over (which is every time Pat is spinning around the out of view. I lean over to Mike to inform him of the situation but notice instantly there’s a bit of a change in his demeanor, but I’ll leave that for his trip report. I leave him to it after we agree that we’ll leave at the end of the next shift and I’ll barfine Pat assuming she’s still available.
We finish up our drinks and I wait with fingers crossed that nobody beats me to the punch with Pat. I’ve also got one eye on proceedings with her friend, who still seems to be paying more attention to me than to the guys she is with, not that I mind. A few songs pass and then the shift is over. Pat is still there and looks at me, I give her the nod to indicate that I want her to come with me and she is off to the change room in a flash while I fix up the tab.
It's not long before Mike, Pat and I head for the exit. Mike is still on the prowl and is heading off to another bar. We have a quick exchange about what happened inside and he fills me in on the details. We agree to catch up in the morning over breakfast. Pat and I head out and back towards the hotel. I've got to confess, I love the looks you get from people walking back to the hotel. Truth be told I think I want someone to come up to me and say “mate, that’s a guy” or something similar just so I can say “yeah, I know, I fucking love ‘em”.
Captain, I cannay give you any more power…
Back at the loom we have the obligatory shower, although this time together which makes for a lot of fun, and then head for the bedroom. I like to have a fair bit of foreplay before getting down to things in earnest (plus as I get older it seems it takes a little longer to warm up) but notice this time that despite my best efforts, from the waist down at least, she is relatively unresponsive. “No enough power” she says and grins sheepishly at me. She’s so cute that I don’t mind at all. “That’s OK” I reply, feeling like a guy in a cheesy 70’s porn movie and bringing on the onset of a minor giggle fit as I can’t believe how corny the line is I am about to say…but it seemed so appropriate, “I’ve got enough power for both of us”.
As I’m walking her down to reception some time later, I am already forming plans to find the time to get her and her hot little roommate back for a romp. I can’t think of a better way to initiate myself into the world of threesomes, power or no power.
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Posted 28 June 2009 - 04:01 PM
Day 6, Early Openers…
Had a bit of a shopping excursion to see what was about during the afternoon before settling in at Lucky Luke’s with Mike just after 6pm to watch to activity heat up for the evening. Mike was flying out just after midnight so he wanted to make an early start so he could get a farewell romp in before leaving.
It’s been touched on a bit in other threads, but it really is something to perch at the entrance of Nana at around about this time as it is almost a night’s entertainment in itself to watch the staff wandering in. The daylight hours do not treat a lot of them kindly and there were a handful that looked as though they would need the cover of pitch darkness to have any chance at all of earning a living.
Hit hard, hit fast…
After a couple of hours, and conscious of his limited time frame, Mike suggests we head around to Guess Bar to see what was happening. He had his eye on one of the staff there and was hoping to catch her before he left and/or she is barfined. I of course needed no convincing as it had been a few days since I had seen Ink and, while having fun “butterflying” in the various Nana bars, I had yet to surpass the experience I had had with her so going back for me was a no brainer. We waited for a break in the rain, which had just started, then made for Guess Bar post haste.
Target is compromised. Repeat, target is compromised…
A short stroll has us at the entrance to Guess Bar. Both Mike and I are pleased to see that our intended targets are both on the premesis. While Ink was unoccupied (and looking 38 times sexier in her cute little outfit than I could have ever imagined), Jenny (Mike’s target for the evening) has her hands full, literally, with a client at the bar. She and a few of the other girls are around this fellow and a reciprocal groping session is in full progress. Mike's a little bummed out and decides to head back to the hotel to grab something and then come back and see what is happening and how it plays out with the German. I’m obviously quite content to stay for as long as necessary, so Ink and I head for the sofa to reacquaint.
The German retreat and the Canadian advance...
Mike isn’t gone long and returns to find no change on the Jenny front. She is still working in earnest with the German. However, within moments, he is up from his stool, settling his tab, and making for the exit, a very fortuitous turn of events. “It’s fate” I say to Mike.
We settle in for some games of pool, more to keep up appearances than anything else. Mike is on the meter and time spent playing pool is bedroom time wasted. Before you know it the cues are racked, Mike and I say our goodbyes, and he and Jenny are off, leaving Ink and I to get (very) comfortable on the couch again. It’s not long before we are heading back to the hotel as well.
Second farewell and no shoes…
The best thing about spending several nights with the one person is that you start to know what each other likes rather than a more “suck it and see” approach. This led to some very intense and satisfying work in room 206. After a bout for the ages, which ended up with Ink winning by technical knockout in the third, I asked her to stay long time. She said she would but she would have to go early as she isn’t working tomorrow due to a prior engagement. That being the case I tell ask her to stay long time on Sunday night, my last night, she agrees enthusiastically.
Not really paying much attention to what I’m doing, I half dress and walk her back to the lobby and lo and behold here is Mike just settling up his bill before heading to the airport. Given the glow he has about him, I am guessing things went well and I tell him I will wait to hear his report. Ink leaves and already I am pining for Sunday. I say a second goodbye to Mike as he also departs and then turn to head back to the room.
“Please for shoes sir” says the concierge and I look down to see what he means. I’m not wearing any. “Sorry” I say as a wander past a mirror and shake my head at the disheveled figure I see looking back at me. It’s also then I realise that I have somehow managed to put my shorts on inside out. Ahhhh…Thailand.
Had a bit of a shopping excursion to see what was about during the afternoon before settling in at Lucky Luke’s with Mike just after 6pm to watch to activity heat up for the evening. Mike was flying out just after midnight so he wanted to make an early start so he could get a farewell romp in before leaving.
It’s been touched on a bit in other threads, but it really is something to perch at the entrance of Nana at around about this time as it is almost a night’s entertainment in itself to watch the staff wandering in. The daylight hours do not treat a lot of them kindly and there were a handful that looked as though they would need the cover of pitch darkness to have any chance at all of earning a living.
Hit hard, hit fast…
After a couple of hours, and conscious of his limited time frame, Mike suggests we head around to Guess Bar to see what was happening. He had his eye on one of the staff there and was hoping to catch her before he left and/or she is barfined. I of course needed no convincing as it had been a few days since I had seen Ink and, while having fun “butterflying” in the various Nana bars, I had yet to surpass the experience I had had with her so going back for me was a no brainer. We waited for a break in the rain, which had just started, then made for Guess Bar post haste.
Target is compromised. Repeat, target is compromised…
A short stroll has us at the entrance to Guess Bar. Both Mike and I are pleased to see that our intended targets are both on the premesis. While Ink was unoccupied (and looking 38 times sexier in her cute little outfit than I could have ever imagined), Jenny (Mike’s target for the evening) has her hands full, literally, with a client at the bar. She and a few of the other girls are around this fellow and a reciprocal groping session is in full progress. Mike's a little bummed out and decides to head back to the hotel to grab something and then come back and see what is happening and how it plays out with the German. I’m obviously quite content to stay for as long as necessary, so Ink and I head for the sofa to reacquaint.
The German retreat and the Canadian advance...
Mike isn’t gone long and returns to find no change on the Jenny front. She is still working in earnest with the German. However, within moments, he is up from his stool, settling his tab, and making for the exit, a very fortuitous turn of events. “It’s fate” I say to Mike.
We settle in for some games of pool, more to keep up appearances than anything else. Mike is on the meter and time spent playing pool is bedroom time wasted. Before you know it the cues are racked, Mike and I say our goodbyes, and he and Jenny are off, leaving Ink and I to get (very) comfortable on the couch again. It’s not long before we are heading back to the hotel as well.
Second farewell and no shoes…
The best thing about spending several nights with the one person is that you start to know what each other likes rather than a more “suck it and see” approach. This led to some very intense and satisfying work in room 206. After a bout for the ages, which ended up with Ink winning by technical knockout in the third, I asked her to stay long time. She said she would but she would have to go early as she isn’t working tomorrow due to a prior engagement. That being the case I tell ask her to stay long time on Sunday night, my last night, she agrees enthusiastically.
Not really paying much attention to what I’m doing, I half dress and walk her back to the lobby and lo and behold here is Mike just settling up his bill before heading to the airport. Given the glow he has about him, I am guessing things went well and I tell him I will wait to hear his report. Ink leaves and already I am pining for Sunday. I say a second goodbye to Mike as he also departs and then turn to head back to the room.
“Please for shoes sir” says the concierge and I look down to see what he means. I’m not wearing any. “Sorry” I say as a wander past a mirror and shake my head at the disheveled figure I see looking back at me. It’s also then I realise that I have somehow managed to put my shorts on inside out. Ahhhh…Thailand.
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Posted 28 June 2009 - 06:52 PM
Nice Scottie!! I've been waiting for your updates and to hear about your impression of, & exploits in, Phuket.It was perfect timing to see you in the lobby, saying goodbye to Ink, before I left for Pattaya. But, while I agree you may have looked a tad disheveled, I never noticed your lack of shoes!
Anyway, I'll be trying update my TR later tonight or tomorrow.
Cheers & great to meet you. Keep the TR going & the pics cumming!
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Posted 29 June 2009 - 10:12 AM
scottiej23 there's nothing like the first time to LOS and you are capturing it vividly with your writing and photos. You're having a good time and the ground work you did researching the forum really paid off with your narrow escape from the manic freelancer!
Hope the rest of your trip went well and looking forward to reading it!
Hope the rest of your trip went well and looking forward to reading it!
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Posted 01 July 2009 - 03:19 AM
yeah it is a great read...i should bring a laptop next time cos typing a report whilst suffering from post-LOS blues isn't really working for me...i have bad memory as well
good job Scottie, hope to see you next time
good job Scottie, hope to see you next time
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Posted 01 July 2009 - 03:25 AM
scottie, awesome write up mate. felt like i was right there with you reading it all!
ive gotta get my ass to LoS soon
ive gotta get my ass to LoS soon
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