It was the beginning of an unexpected trip. I was outside of Thailand and received some bad news from home which forced me to book some quick flights back to the US. The first leg of the flight landed me in Bangkok for about 10 hours, and then it was off to the States for a little less than a week. Some folks would have just crashed in the airport, but other folks, like me, know the kind of damage that can be done here in a 10 hour period.
In my taxi to Sukhumvit, I gave The Heckler a ring. It was 6am so I knew he would be up, and up to no good. Sure enough, he and Daywalker were awaiting my arrival and still going from the night before.
I arrived at the Heckler’s Den and he and Daywalker looked like you would expect them to look. I pulled out a bottle of Vodka I bought at Duty Free and it was on. I imagine this is a typical breakfast scene at The Heckler’s, minus the CWs dancing topless or curled up in a corner with drool gluing their passed out heads to the floor.
I wasn’t looking to go nuts here given the bad news I received, and with a 17 hour flight in front of me. Some mild partying and some sex to take the edge off.
We hung for a few hours and the inevitable question was asked “Hey, what time does Lolita’s open?”. A few weeks prior, I happened to be walking by Lolita’s at around 8:30am, don’t ask me why, and I noticed that the girls were outside already putting on makeup and eating out of their strange little breakfast bowls. I always thought they opened at 10 or 11 but they seemed to have moved the hours in a bit. Sweet!
We jumped in a taxi and arrived at the soi 8 side soi palace around 9:30am. Sure enough, the place was in full swing. We greeted the crew outside and parked it in the lounge for a drink. I noticed a real cutie on the way in and was ready to pounce if the opportunity arose. Three of the outside crew came in to take our drink orders and as fate would have it, the cutie was lined up with me taking my order. I said “Wodka Coke and a drink for you too, okay?”. That’s all it took to set up a quick drink and then a trip upstairs.
There are different theories on Lolita’s girls. Some guys think that looks don’t matter. In fact, they say the more experienced, the better the sucking. They will even go so far to say that the younger they are, the less experienced, so more chance of getting a starfish blowjob. Well, for me, I like to take my chances. The younger and hotter chicks have always worked for me here, and this time it would be no different.
I was in a pretty weird state of mind at this point. I was pretty buzzed, it was 9:30 in the morning, I had a very long trip ahead of me, I had pretty heavy and sad thoughts floating around in my head, and I was sitting bare-assed on a towel getting cleaned up by a beautiful young thai girl. On top of that, Daywalker and The Heckler had followed me up with their selections and were in adjacent booths.
At this point, I yelled out “Hey, no talking, okay?”. I thought for sure there would be some sophmoronic banter, but luckily the boys were serious about getting down to business.
With all of this going on, time then stopped for the next twenty minutes or so. Behind the dark red cum stained curtain, it was just me and my girl in our own little universe. There was nothing else.
We exchanged a few words and then she began. What followed was the best blowjob of my life. It was perfect in every sense. Her technique, her smile, the build-up, and the finish. I will never forget it and I just want to say “Thank You Lolita’s”. The place delivered exactly what I needed and I am truly grateful.
My little angel cleaned me up so delicately and it was back to the lounge to wait for the boys. I thanked her and gave her an obscene tip, which brought a huge smile to her face and she quickly whispered “Please come back and see me again, okay?”. Of course, of course I would. I ordered another drink and she asked if I wanted her to stay with me. I told her it was okay for her to go outside in case more business came her way.
Daywalker and The Heckler finally made their way down and we hung out in the lounge for another drink. About five minutes later, my girl walks in with a punter attached to her arm. Score for her! Man, that was just too weird. She was taking another guy upstairs with my cum still warm in her mouth. What a bizarre and lovely little place.