But on with the show.
The next night at 8:30 finds me walking up the back steps in Nana Plaza on my way to Cascades. As I get up to the second floor, preparing for the inevitable Casanova glamazon attack, I find Cindy buying shoes from an old lady peddling same. She looks at me, looks at her watch and says "You're late."
"Rubbish," I say. "You said you started at 8:30. it's 8:30, and here I am. If anything you're about to be late for work," I say with a laugh. "C'mon, let's go pay your barfine and have a couple of drinks."
We promptly do that, and find that Cascades is actually kind of busy tonight. Not anywhere near high-season busy, but busy enough that there are only a few ladies flashing the "two-ladies" sign. When I first started coming here some years ago, I remember thinking "why are they flashing the "V-for-Victory" sign?
Tee Tee comes over to talk to Cindy; turns out they are pretty tight buds. I've never been with Tee Tee, but she's always been on my "keep-an-eye-out-for" list, and I think that if time permits, I might have to come back for her -- Cindy being well aware that I'm a self-professed "bad butterfly man."
What is it about the Tee Tees and the Ta Tas bringing the badonk-a-donk-donk? Both of 'em look like they walked out of a Rubens painting.
Anyway, Cindy and I soon adjourn to Heaven at 4. The sweet girl that works the front desk in the evenings gawps at me with wide eyes for a moment; hehheh, I guess she hadn't pegged me for the ladyboy type. Or maybe she thought I would be bringing back a fabulous lil' twink boy; that seems to be the more common preference among Heaven @ 4's guests.
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Up in the room, Cindy laughs when I turn on the lights, and I can't blame her. While not as cheesy as the Penthouse back in Patts, Heaven @ 4's rooms -- at least mine, anyway -- resemble a set from a 1980s porn shoot. When I first walked in I had an impulse to put on a shiny shirt with a big collar, go to Nana Liquid, pick up a hooker and bring her back to snort coke off her ass: party like it's 1979.
My room has a big ledge/couch thing going on, covered with a cushion upholstered in pseudo-velvet, colored red of course. There are red accent lights to complete the affect. Cindy asks me if this is where I sleep, and I reply that no, this is where I do naughty things.
I then proceed to demonstrate what this conveniently waist-high ledge/couch is good for, and it's some time before we make it to the bed for the main event. For those of you that have been with Cindy, then you know how much fun she is in the room; she is a big ole' freak, and she's up for everything and anything. Of course, as always, she tries talking me into letting her top me, but I'm having none of it.
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Just about everything else is on the table though -- er, on the bed, that is. Or on that goofy red built-in couch thing.
Judging from how much she finally cums, I guess she was telling the truth about no customers in a while: for the second time this trip I get to watch a ladyboy cum on her own face.
As Paris Hilton might say, "That's hot." ... Well, Paris would probably say "eww, gross" but I think it's hot.
After we part ways, I adjourn to the ThaIrish bar on Soi 4 for a pint of the real thing. Unlike the Hilton in Hua Hin, this place gets the good Guinness. The Thai owner/manager woman has told me that her distributor actually gets it from the St. James Gate brewery in Dublin. I have no idea if that's true, but it certainly tastes like the real deal, and not the aforementioned over-priced swill one finds elsewhere in SE Asia. I make sure I have at least one pint every night I'm in Bangers, as I'm aware it's likely the last I'll have Guinness for some months -- until the next time I'm in Bangkok.
The night is still young, and I decide to check out the rest of Nana Plaza. I head into Temptations, and there are a bunch of lovelies in there now. Last time I was in there, it was pretty rough trade, but not so now. Had I not just sated my lust, I don't think I would have gotten out of there without company.
I did chat with the mamasan a bit, and ask if there was anyone named Guitar working there; I remember reading on here somewhere that she had moved here from Obsessions. I know she has gotten mixed reviews, but I've always had a great time with her, and she is right gorgeous, too. But the mamasan says there is no one by that name though, so after a few drinks and a few lady drinks, I head downstairs to Obsessions.
It's fairly busy, and there are a lot of new faces here; in fact I don't see anyone I recognize, including Guitar. It's busy enough that I'm not immediately mobbed, but a young lady sitting on the bench next to mine asks if she can join me, and I think "why not?" and beckon her over. I buy her a drink, we exchange pleasantries, and she asks if I know all the girls are ladyboys. I feign surprise.
"What? No way! You're all are so lovely. There's no way you all have cocks!" At which point I reach between her legs and give her rather ample package a big squeeze. She laughs and says "You've been here before! You like ladyboy?"
Not for a long time, and yes I certainly do, I reply, and take the opportunity to ask about Guitar. She doesn't work here anymore, she says. Apparently she got into the yabba, according to Donnae (Donnay? She pronounces her name "dough-nay").
Again, who knows where the facts end and the fiction begins. Guitar was a little odd, I'll admit, but she never struck me as one to get drug addled. If anything, she seemed to be a bit conservative in that regard (as conservative as a ladyboy prostitute with a porn career can be). I'd never seen her drink alcohol, after all. But then it's not like I knew her intimately ... er, well, you know what I mean.
I briefly consider going for another short-time this night, but I'm already yawning. In spite of my night off, the two weeks of partying/drinking/whoring is starting to wear on me. I tell Donnae that I've already had my fun for the night, and have been having too much fun for the past two weeks or so, but am happy to buy her drinks and talk. Donnae actually has pretty good English, and while she may not be the best looker in the bar, she is cute nevertheless, with little milk-producing hormone titties (I sampled her milk, of course
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She assures me though that she can still cum, in spite of the breast milk and hormones -- "Oh yes. I masturbate every night," she says in an offhand way, which almost causes me to rethink my plan to *not* barfine anyone else (she actually used the word "masturbate"). She tells me that things have been really slow; the past month she has only had two customers. However, she points out the no. 1 lady in the bar -- predictably looking like she just stepped out of a hentai manga -- who has had a customer almost every night (which might explain why she is currently asleep on the bench next to ours. And this in turn might explain why she doesn't have a customer tonight).
When the bar closes, I tell Donnae that I'll be back to see her, if not this week then the next time I'm in Bangers. And I mean it. I really enjoyed talking to her, she is a cute, and it seems a right shame she has to wack off every night. Somebody needs to do something about that, gentlemen. I give her a healthy tip, tucking the baht in her bra and panties and head out to wade through the sea of flesh leaving Nana plaza at 2:15 a.m.
On the way out, I suddenly find an ample ass rubbing against my crotch as I pass the Nana Burger cart. I look down and it's none other than Ms. No. 1 from Obsessions, in all her would-be Japanese glory. She looks up at me with her big anime eyes and bats those fake lashes that I'm sure captivate the Japanese businessmen, and I once again reconsider my evening's plans (I liked anime before it was cool, after all).
"I see you in Obsessions. Go wit me now, no barfine," she says with a grin, but I smile back and tell her some other time, thinking that if was really going to reconsider, I'd go back and look for Donnae.
I head over to Guess Bar, thinking a few games of pool are in order before I call it a night, and maybe I can find out for sure what's up with Gate. I have had more than one girl fib about the whereabouts of another, in hopes of scoring some work. This time I ask the cashier about Gate, the chubby cutie I assume is a GG, and she says "Yes, she's been away on holiday. But she'll be back tomorrow working."
Hot damn! "Really? Tomorrow?" A quick consultation with some of the other girls in Thai ensues, and she assures me that yes, Ms. Gate will be at work and available tomorrow. Beer chooses this time to remind me yet again that she can do everything Gate can do, but I stick to my guns once more and head home alone.