I was on this site for the first time about 7 months ago. I was preparing for my first visit to LOS, and since I was going to Phuket I searched the web for info, and found this gem of a site.
I really have to thank you all. The information I found on this site was invaluable to me on my first visit. I didn’t even know the word mongering before I read it here.:yes: But seriously. Having never experienced the p4p scene in any way, I would have been completely lost on Bangla Road with no idea of what the hell was going on. So, thank you all!!!
Anyway, I felt that I ought to pay you all back with the tale of a first timers first couple of nights in Patong. And what nights they were…
I arrived at around three pm. The service I got from the airport apparently didn’t know where the hotel I was booked at was, so they dumped me in the wrong place. There I was, alone, with a heavy bag, in a strange country for the first time. And lost. I tried asking several people and all were extremely friendly, but no-one knew where Chalermporn Guesthouse was. I ended up walking with my bag for about an hour, before finding someone who could help me find the street it was on.
After that I was a bit knackered. So I slept until about 8, and then shaved, showered, shampooed, and had a beer from the mini bar. I was about to go out and have my first sight of what I had only heard of from friends and read about on this site.
I couldn’t believe what I found. What the hell? Hundreds, no thousands of young, slim, attractive eligible girls. Kind of like going out anywhere else, but here those girls could all be had at a price, and a very, very reasonable price at that! Shit. Talk about a kid in a candy store.:intello:
I had promised my colleagues that the first thing I would do on the first night was go the BJ bar down the end and up the stairs. I was determined to start off Patong by seeing what I expected would be the most shocking thing ever. I mean for someone new to all this, the concept of a BJ bar is really quite bizarre. I went to look for it.
When I found it, it turned out I didn’t have nearly enough guts to go up the stairs. I had, as a matter of fact, no guts at all. So I turned and went away in search of some liquid courage, trying to manoeuvre my way through the myriad of lovely girls who kept pulling my arms. It was actually quite frightening, feeling the urges of a healthy male, but being scared shitless at the prospect of actually going ahead with all this.
I left Bangla and found a quiet bar without BG’s all over the place, and had a couple of beers. Then I returned to Bangla, a bit more determined than before, and also incidentally a littler more drunk than before. I went to the BJ bar, and went up the stairs (after having circled the entrance for about 15 minutes)…
I girl met me at the door, took me by the hand and guided me to the bar. I was the only farang there. Except from a guy sitting alone with a computer at the bar (manager I suppose), I was the only man too. They asked me what I wanted. Oh, oh. I knew about the place from this site, and knew about how it worked and what it cost, but I couldn’t get myself to admit to this girl that I actually knew where I were. So I just said “a beer.” Nice try! They asked “what kind? Cheap or expensive?” I must be a better actor than I thought, cuz’ the expression on my face prompted another girl to inquire “do you know what kind of bar this is?” I said “I think so…” She said “Blow job bar”. I said “I know. Ahem, an expensive one, please.” There, I had done it! I had officially begun what was to be one of the best holidays of my life.
The girl behind the bar gave me a beer, and looked at me. “Now chose girl,” she said and pointed to a sofa behind me about 10 girls in hot pants and tank tops in it. I hadn’t thought of that! I couldn’t just stand there in front of them and chose one like I was choosing pastry in a shop. I decided to limit my embarrassment my simply pointing to the girl who had brought me in. She was okay, a 6-7 probably. There were better looking girls on the sofa I think, but I just couldn’t do it.
She took me upstairs to a rather disgusting room. Old worn out dirty mattresses on the floor with sheets hung up to separate them into small cubicles. It’s amazing though, how ones apprehension concerning a situation evaporates once a girl starts to undress herself in front of you. The questionable hygiene suddenly was no longer an issue, and I actually immersed myself in the experience. Great!!! Not the best BJ I ever had, actually it was quite dull, but the experince was unbelievable. I went back downstairs afterwards, drank the rest of my beer, and as more men started to arrive at the bar, I left.
I went to a bar in one of the first Soi’s called Poppys. A girl by the name of June was dancing on the bar. She caught my eye immediately. She had a perfect pair of natural C to D-cup breasts. My God! I had a few more beers, bought her some LD’s and chatted with her. She didn’t speak that much English, and she had quite the attitude, but those huge breasts were really beautiful. After a couple of hours, however, I didn’t feel like I would be capable of fully enjoying her company, so I agreed with the mamasan that I could pay Junes barfine for tomorrow now, and effectively book her for the next night. 500 Baht, no problem. I was obviously feeling less shy about the chose a pastry thing.
I left Poppy’s at closing time. Seforum.xxxgering home though, I apparently decided that I was in fact not too drunk to be with a girl. So I found the nearest freelancer at the end of Bangla, and agreed a price of 1000 Baht. She took me to her place and gave me what I had paid for and threw me out. No more, no less. At least I think so. Actually I don’t really remember any of it. I was so drunk by then that I can’t even recall how I back to my room: .
So that was my first night in Patong! Sorry for the long winded and slow story, but once I start writing, I can’t stop.
I did meet June the next day, and she was very, very good. Highly recommended. That body… holy shit. I hope and pray that she is still there when I get back. Have got to try that again!!
If you enjoy the story, I will continue it, and I promise to be shorter next time.:rules:
I really have to thank you all. The information I found on this site was invaluable to me on my first visit. I didn’t even know the word mongering before I read it here.:yes: But seriously. Having never experienced the p4p scene in any way, I would have been completely lost on Bangla Road with no idea of what the hell was going on. So, thank you all!!!
Anyway, I felt that I ought to pay you all back with the tale of a first timers first couple of nights in Patong. And what nights they were…
I arrived at around three pm. The service I got from the airport apparently didn’t know where the hotel I was booked at was, so they dumped me in the wrong place. There I was, alone, with a heavy bag, in a strange country for the first time. And lost. I tried asking several people and all were extremely friendly, but no-one knew where Chalermporn Guesthouse was. I ended up walking with my bag for about an hour, before finding someone who could help me find the street it was on.
After that I was a bit knackered. So I slept until about 8, and then shaved, showered, shampooed, and had a beer from the mini bar. I was about to go out and have my first sight of what I had only heard of from friends and read about on this site.
I couldn’t believe what I found. What the hell? Hundreds, no thousands of young, slim, attractive eligible girls. Kind of like going out anywhere else, but here those girls could all be had at a price, and a very, very reasonable price at that! Shit. Talk about a kid in a candy store.:intello:
I had promised my colleagues that the first thing I would do on the first night was go the BJ bar down the end and up the stairs. I was determined to start off Patong by seeing what I expected would be the most shocking thing ever. I mean for someone new to all this, the concept of a BJ bar is really quite bizarre. I went to look for it.
When I found it, it turned out I didn’t have nearly enough guts to go up the stairs. I had, as a matter of fact, no guts at all. So I turned and went away in search of some liquid courage, trying to manoeuvre my way through the myriad of lovely girls who kept pulling my arms. It was actually quite frightening, feeling the urges of a healthy male, but being scared shitless at the prospect of actually going ahead with all this.
I left Bangla and found a quiet bar without BG’s all over the place, and had a couple of beers. Then I returned to Bangla, a bit more determined than before, and also incidentally a littler more drunk than before. I went to the BJ bar, and went up the stairs (after having circled the entrance for about 15 minutes)…
I girl met me at the door, took me by the hand and guided me to the bar. I was the only farang there. Except from a guy sitting alone with a computer at the bar (manager I suppose), I was the only man too. They asked me what I wanted. Oh, oh. I knew about the place from this site, and knew about how it worked and what it cost, but I couldn’t get myself to admit to this girl that I actually knew where I were. So I just said “a beer.” Nice try! They asked “what kind? Cheap or expensive?” I must be a better actor than I thought, cuz’ the expression on my face prompted another girl to inquire “do you know what kind of bar this is?” I said “I think so…” She said “Blow job bar”. I said “I know. Ahem, an expensive one, please.” There, I had done it! I had officially begun what was to be one of the best holidays of my life.
The girl behind the bar gave me a beer, and looked at me. “Now chose girl,” she said and pointed to a sofa behind me about 10 girls in hot pants and tank tops in it. I hadn’t thought of that! I couldn’t just stand there in front of them and chose one like I was choosing pastry in a shop. I decided to limit my embarrassment my simply pointing to the girl who had brought me in. She was okay, a 6-7 probably. There were better looking girls on the sofa I think, but I just couldn’t do it.
She took me upstairs to a rather disgusting room. Old worn out dirty mattresses on the floor with sheets hung up to separate them into small cubicles. It’s amazing though, how ones apprehension concerning a situation evaporates once a girl starts to undress herself in front of you. The questionable hygiene suddenly was no longer an issue, and I actually immersed myself in the experience. Great!!! Not the best BJ I ever had, actually it was quite dull, but the experince was unbelievable. I went back downstairs afterwards, drank the rest of my beer, and as more men started to arrive at the bar, I left.
I went to a bar in one of the first Soi’s called Poppys. A girl by the name of June was dancing on the bar. She caught my eye immediately. She had a perfect pair of natural C to D-cup breasts. My God! I had a few more beers, bought her some LD’s and chatted with her. She didn’t speak that much English, and she had quite the attitude, but those huge breasts were really beautiful. After a couple of hours, however, I didn’t feel like I would be capable of fully enjoying her company, so I agreed with the mamasan that I could pay Junes barfine for tomorrow now, and effectively book her for the next night. 500 Baht, no problem. I was obviously feeling less shy about the chose a pastry thing.
I left Poppy’s at closing time. Seforum.xxxgering home though, I apparently decided that I was in fact not too drunk to be with a girl. So I found the nearest freelancer at the end of Bangla, and agreed a price of 1000 Baht. She took me to her place and gave me what I had paid for and threw me out. No more, no less. At least I think so. Actually I don’t really remember any of it. I was so drunk by then that I can’t even recall how I back to my room: .
So that was my first night in Patong! Sorry for the long winded and slow story, but once I start writing, I can’t stop.
I did meet June the next day, and she was very, very good. Highly recommended. That body… holy shit. I hope and pray that she is still there when I get back. Have got to try that again!!
If you enjoy the story, I will continue it, and I promise to be shorter next time.:rules: