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here is part 3.i hope you enjoy it.........
My customer agreed to come in Thailand, because he “likes the scenery, the relaxed lifestyle and the great food, not for the women”. Until now he always told me that he is not attracted by Asian women. For him Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, etc, they are all gook with expressionless faces, chaotic gait, narrow hips and bucked teeth. I want him to get even with me. I want to open his eyes, I want him to have the time of his life and this place is strongly indicated to transform a forty years old zombie into a testosterone driven teenager. It will be for him the ultimate touristic experience as he will travel back in time toward his lost youth. He will forget everything and lose his mind. Also, I don’t want to spend our stay here just hoping from bar to bar with him and getting drunk every night. I need my fix of Thai girlfriend experience, I need my mind to be in turmoil, and I need to be in danger. But I can see he is already moved by Lek’s seductive attitude. But he needs a stronger nudge to loose control.
I ask Lek if she can do the pole dancing stuff; the way she walks I have great expectation on her. She said “OK, 5 Baht”. I hand her a 500 Baht note, and then she runs to the small platform just back in the bar under red spotlights. Dancing slowly first, she get synchronized to the beat of the music with feline swaying moves. She glides down the pole gyrating slowly; encircling tightly the chromed pole between her closed legs she crouches, her hands higher than her head, her back is slightly arched. Then she goes up effortlessly. Under the spotlight her skin looks very silky and smooth, are eyes are shining, her smile is beaming. She starts to plays with her legs, stroking the pole with her inner thighs, raising them alternately to the side up to a right angle, still following the rhythm of the music which is unexpectedly slow paced. Then while crouching again, her back turned to us, she lowers her hands along the pole, opens her legs in as sudden move and presses her sex on the pole as she tilts her body and her head backwards in an unrestrained ecstatic pose. From our place we can’t see … well what we can’t see is setting fire to our imagination thus igniting our desire. She goes up again as if by magic. Now she faces us, beaming. Everybody in soi Gonzo can see her dancing, but she makes believe she dances only for you. She adapts her moves accordingly to the feedback she gets from her prey and she also uses her eyes to hypnotize him. She is still gyrating but now she is working us with her behind. Now we can see only her ass, her spinning, swaying, wiggling, inviting ass, the same ass that seemed so small at the first look, now it is a world of its own to be conquered. Suddenly with her legs straight she arches her back making her miniskirt raise; our heart misses a beat. Now my client is bewildered, his mouth is gaping. He is muttering something where I understand only the word “danger” and he tries to recover a respectable bearing by lighting a cigarette. This is the right moment to stop this; he has to be left unsatisfied. Inside his head it must whirl like a tornado with Lek standing at the narrow end of the funnel, and a cloud of debris from all the contradictory thoughts and feelings that have been torn down from his shattered mind swirling around her. I wave back Lek.
I can see that in his head he is evaluating the possibilities: barfine Lek, not barfine Lek? I know that he has to be strong to resist, because he is not the kind of guy who goes with ******s even if they look like genuine girls in love. He is a man of principles. He believes he never paid for sex before, and that he will never have to. He doesn’t have to date, dine, wine, get to know or coax this girl, it is too easy, it can’t be true. Also, he feels guilty and ashamed for the raw desire that arose so quickly. He is wondering what kind of man he is to behave like this.
I know because I have been through the same dilemma and I’m still beating myself for having said “no” two years ago to the first Thai bargirl I met. Why, why did I say “no” when every cell of my body were saying “yes”? Her beautiful face has haunted my mind during many sleepless nights, her very simple words “I want to make you happy” echoing endlessly in my head.
Lek is cute, young, probably experimented and most of all willing. Where is the problem?
We are tired; the alcohol in our veins is dealing the deathblow to our weary bodies. But he orders an other round of drinks including ladydrinks. Lek starts to hug him, to rest her head on his shoulder. If her searching hand finds his hand, he is for it. Still no news from the 495 Baht change money. There is a giant flat panel TV in front of us. We don’t know what they aired before, may be soccer or news, but now we can’t ignore the program on display: close-up of ugly children faces that have huge malformations such as hare lip and the corresponding plastic surgery that can be done. It is a full reporeforum.xxxe, and as nobody switch it off in the first minutes, it is probably going to last. Nobody seems to care, may be already too drunk to notice. You have to be a father or a mother to be deeply moved by such images, because the fear of breeding a monster has inevitably crossed your mind one day. My patient comes back to reality as if he has been punched in the stomach, the spell is broken, sorry Lek, he will not barfine you tonight.
It is only my second beer and my mood is not going to improve as I’m consistently asked for a new one by Joy. Can’t she see I’m not a heavy drinker? My stomach is flat, my eyes are not bleary, I can speak without stuttering and I don’t mistake a not overweight Thai woman with a world class model. It’s midnight, tomorrow we will go to Phi Phi Island, and we leave promising we will come back. I forget about the 495 Baht, we want to escape from the monstrous images.
Oh did I mention that the name of the bar is the Black Cat, just in front of the Lucky Bar, I should have paid attention.
My customer agreed to come in Thailand, because he “likes the scenery, the relaxed lifestyle and the great food, not for the women”. Until now he always told me that he is not attracted by Asian women. For him Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, etc, they are all gook with expressionless faces, chaotic gait, narrow hips and bucked teeth. I want him to get even with me. I want to open his eyes, I want him to have the time of his life and this place is strongly indicated to transform a forty years old zombie into a testosterone driven teenager. It will be for him the ultimate touristic experience as he will travel back in time toward his lost youth. He will forget everything and lose his mind. Also, I don’t want to spend our stay here just hoping from bar to bar with him and getting drunk every night. I need my fix of Thai girlfriend experience, I need my mind to be in turmoil, and I need to be in danger. But I can see he is already moved by Lek’s seductive attitude. But he needs a stronger nudge to loose control.
I ask Lek if she can do the pole dancing stuff; the way she walks I have great expectation on her. She said “OK, 5 Baht”. I hand her a 500 Baht note, and then she runs to the small platform just back in the bar under red spotlights. Dancing slowly first, she get synchronized to the beat of the music with feline swaying moves. She glides down the pole gyrating slowly; encircling tightly the chromed pole between her closed legs she crouches, her hands higher than her head, her back is slightly arched. Then she goes up effortlessly. Under the spotlight her skin looks very silky and smooth, are eyes are shining, her smile is beaming. She starts to plays with her legs, stroking the pole with her inner thighs, raising them alternately to the side up to a right angle, still following the rhythm of the music which is unexpectedly slow paced. Then while crouching again, her back turned to us, she lowers her hands along the pole, opens her legs in as sudden move and presses her sex on the pole as she tilts her body and her head backwards in an unrestrained ecstatic pose. From our place we can’t see … well what we can’t see is setting fire to our imagination thus igniting our desire. She goes up again as if by magic. Now she faces us, beaming. Everybody in soi Gonzo can see her dancing, but she makes believe she dances only for you. She adapts her moves accordingly to the feedback she gets from her prey and she also uses her eyes to hypnotize him. She is still gyrating but now she is working us with her behind. Now we can see only her ass, her spinning, swaying, wiggling, inviting ass, the same ass that seemed so small at the first look, now it is a world of its own to be conquered. Suddenly with her legs straight she arches her back making her miniskirt raise; our heart misses a beat. Now my client is bewildered, his mouth is gaping. He is muttering something where I understand only the word “danger” and he tries to recover a respectable bearing by lighting a cigarette. This is the right moment to stop this; he has to be left unsatisfied. Inside his head it must whirl like a tornado with Lek standing at the narrow end of the funnel, and a cloud of debris from all the contradictory thoughts and feelings that have been torn down from his shattered mind swirling around her. I wave back Lek.
I can see that in his head he is evaluating the possibilities: barfine Lek, not barfine Lek? I know that he has to be strong to resist, because he is not the kind of guy who goes with ******s even if they look like genuine girls in love. He is a man of principles. He believes he never paid for sex before, and that he will never have to. He doesn’t have to date, dine, wine, get to know or coax this girl, it is too easy, it can’t be true. Also, he feels guilty and ashamed for the raw desire that arose so quickly. He is wondering what kind of man he is to behave like this.
I know because I have been through the same dilemma and I’m still beating myself for having said “no” two years ago to the first Thai bargirl I met. Why, why did I say “no” when every cell of my body were saying “yes”? Her beautiful face has haunted my mind during many sleepless nights, her very simple words “I want to make you happy” echoing endlessly in my head.
Lek is cute, young, probably experimented and most of all willing. Where is the problem?
We are tired; the alcohol in our veins is dealing the deathblow to our weary bodies. But he orders an other round of drinks including ladydrinks. Lek starts to hug him, to rest her head on his shoulder. If her searching hand finds his hand, he is for it. Still no news from the 495 Baht change money. There is a giant flat panel TV in front of us. We don’t know what they aired before, may be soccer or news, but now we can’t ignore the program on display: close-up of ugly children faces that have huge malformations such as hare lip and the corresponding plastic surgery that can be done. It is a full reporeforum.xxxe, and as nobody switch it off in the first minutes, it is probably going to last. Nobody seems to care, may be already too drunk to notice. You have to be a father or a mother to be deeply moved by such images, because the fear of breeding a monster has inevitably crossed your mind one day. My patient comes back to reality as if he has been punched in the stomach, the spell is broken, sorry Lek, he will not barfine you tonight.
It is only my second beer and my mood is not going to improve as I’m consistently asked for a new one by Joy. Can’t she see I’m not a heavy drinker? My stomach is flat, my eyes are not bleary, I can speak without stuttering and I don’t mistake a not overweight Thai woman with a world class model. It’s midnight, tomorrow we will go to Phi Phi Island, and we leave promising we will come back. I forget about the 495 Baht, we want to escape from the monstrous images.
Oh did I mention that the name of the bar is the Black Cat, just in front of the Lucky Bar, I should have paid attention.
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