I think I’ve got a decent gig: I got a job that pays me way, way more than I’m worth, that sends me out to Bangkok 2 or 3 times a year, for a week or 2 each time. While I’m there, I have 2 or 3 meetings a week, which last about an hour or 2. The rest of the time I have free.
For my trouble, I get put up at the Sheraton Grande Sukhumvit, across the street from Cowboy and 90 seconds on a moto-taxi to Nana. The hotel has its own entrance to the Asok skytrain/Sukhumvit MRT transfer station, so I can basically get to either MBK or Caesars without my feet touching the Bangkok sidewalk. And, I get a per diem of $500 U.S. Believe it or not, you can actually have a good time in Bangkok on $500 a day (after lodging). And I do. My mantra is ‒I’ve got more money than time”, so I have no problem overpaying for service and giving very generous tips. After all, when I’m back in the States, the party’s over, and the most 1000 baht will get me is a 3 minute lap dance. My apologies if any punters take offense at this. If I ever make The Move, my perspective (and spending habits) will surely change. But for now, I’m rolling with it.
When I’m in town, I’ll sample a variety of p4p. I’ll do the go-gos of course, and the soapies. I’ll do Eden and Angels and Akane and Teen. I’ll spend an evening hopping down Soi 33, do after-hours Tunnel or Spicy or wherever. The last few trips, I’ve started going to g-clubs. My curiosity was raised thanks to BigBabyKenny’s posts and the spirited discussion he generates. Now I’ve been to several, and I’m hooked. I do think the girls are cuter than the Issan fare (I’ll never give up the soapies for the same reason), I like hanging out and drinking and eating and grinding and playing games, etc. etc. I won’t do it every night I’m in town, but I’ll mix in a few visits on my trips, and I’m always up for a fact-finding expedition to a new place…
….but life intervenes, and there are 47 or 48 long, grueling weeks of the year that I don’t get to spend in Thailand. Most of my existence is spent in sunny, dry (in more ways than one) southern California.
Most mongers who have ever spent any time in L.A. knows that there are hostess clubs downtown, most of which cater to Latino men and almost all of which offer up Latino women. I’ve been to a couple of these places, about 5 years ago, and found the talent selection to be, um, unsatisfying. Nothing there was going to cure my Yellow Fever, so I crossed ‒Go to an L.A. hostess club” off my list of things to do, and moved on. Yesterday, though, I stumbled across a Thai hostess bar, right in the heart of Koreatown. I spent 2 hours there, and, I must say, I’m looking forward to my next visit.
It’s a karaoke place that turns into a disco at 11:00. Here’s what I didn’t find:
- An overwhelming crowd of girls.
- Drop dead gorgeous girls.
- Coyote dancers.Hard liquor.
What I did find was six girls who would be 5-7s in Thailand, 6-8s in the U.S., and no other customers, giving me my pick (I was told that there are 15-20 working on weeknights). They looked 25-30 y.o., and all had the Chiang Mai look: tall, light skinned, big eyes, small mouth, nice smile that turns up at the corners. Short skirts, tall boots, tight tops, long hair, nice perfume. I chose a girl who was 28. She had a tiny bit of a roll around her tummy, but still had great legs and a nice ass and nice tits, great hair and a very, very pretty face.
We go to a booth that completely encloses us, so there’s lots of privacy. No waitress ever comes by: when you run out of beer, the girl goes and gets the waitress to bring more. It’s $25 per hour for the bar, and they expect you to tip the girl $50 per hour. Beer costs $7 per bottle, and food was $10-15 per plate. I was there for 2 hours, had 3 beers for me and 3 for her, and it cost me $200 all together.
Here’s what I got: lots of physical affection and cuddling, right off the bat. I got to speak some Thai, which is always sanuk. We could have danced or karaoked, but didn’t. I got some nice massaging on my back and legs, and after a little while she moved on to Willy One-Eye through my slacks. After 2 hours, I was charging toward 3rd base: deep French kissing, my hands inside her top and under her bra, her panties off and my hands up her skirt, rubbing the outside of her puss and tickling the outside of her butthole, her hands down my pants. When I tried to put my finger inside her, she said ‒next time”; I’m not sure if she meant it. She also asked if I’d want to go to dinner with her outside the bar sometime. I’m not sure if she meant that, either. She gave me her number and I sent her a text today, and she sent back right away, so she’s not blowing me off. Maybe I could have gotten further if I’d stayed longer, but I had to work the next day, so it was time to leave.
In sum, it’s not in the same universe as Thailand; the girls weren’t as young or pretty, the selection was worse and it was a lot more expensive. But, I’m not in Thailand, I’m in the U.S., the girls were hot enough to get my engine running, and $200 isn’t a ton to spend for a lot of fun Stateside. All in all, this was a damn good facsimile of a g-club/karaoke club. I don’t know if each girl gives the same ‒mileage”, or if I was given the newbie treatment to get me to go back, but I’ll definitely go back.