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Here's more from June. If you read the first part (?33, First Day Back�?�), there's no need for anything about my second day in Bangkok: it was the same as the first, in different bars and with different girls, me trying - and succeeding, I think - to party like a rock star.

 

The third day, I've got a hangover the size of Victory Monument (which victory, I wonder? Name a Thai military victory from the past 100 years...). I'm tempted to roll over and stay another day, but if I do I'll probably be in Bangkok the whole trip. I gotta go.

 

It's hard to get a TG in and out of her morning shower if she doesn't want to leave (especially if she fancies herself a regular, and thinks you are about to go off to Pattaya for Screwfest 2009...), so by the time I get Dao out the door I'm an hour late for checkout. My last report didn't give practical advice, so I'll try to do better: the Novotel on 33 doesn't care if you check out late. At the desk I find that Dao watched three pay-per-view movies while I slept the first day and yes, they can charge you more than 100 baht for a bottle of water.

 

You don't need to plan travel in Thailand, it's all available, all the time. I walk 15 meters towards Sukhumvit when a taxi rolls up. He says 1,500 for Pattaya; I say 1,000 plus tolls, and he pops the trunk. We're off.

 

The driver wakes me in Pattaya Klang, and I direct him to the Penthouse Hotel. I recommend Penthouse it's got character and it's discreet, just ignore all the fliers and ads they leave around, which are irritating.

 

I've got to lie down - 48 hours in Bangkok kicked my ass, and I'm on low batt. I wake at 8 pm, pasa Pattaya for 'morning'. On Walking Street, there are Thai holiday-makers, and Asian families out for sight-seeing. What are they doing here, bringing the kids for sight-seeing and knock-off shopping? This is Sin City, it's OUR place, don't they know?

 

Although there's a ton of beautiful girls in Pattaya, they just don't match the quality of Bangkok girls. Maybe I go to the wrong places, but I see a lot of bodies and few that strike me - though they are friendly, I'll give them that. In one go-go on the sea side south of Marine, I do like a Khmer showgirl with an angelic face, and barfine her on the spot. When she opens her mouth, I realize my mistake. She thinks her showgirl status makes her special, and this is not how I want to spend my time. More practical advice : ignore showgirls in Pattaya, stick with beer bar girls and (my favorites) the freelancers. I tell the Khmer girl to go have fun, that my girlfriend is waiting, and then I'm back on the hunt. I'd rather waste money than time in Thailand, I can make more money but the time is gone forever.

 

Marine Disco is a big freelancer joint without a lot of soul, but it's the best of its kind (IMHO). However, tonight drunk British and Russian bastards keep knocking around and pissing people off. A short, fat Russian up on a riser is mooning people until he crashes to the floor and his friends drag him away. Where is security? Must be someone security didn't feel like bothering. Marine plays some kind of Euro trance-house - not really my thing, but at least I can dance to it. The hotties aren't out tonight, so before closing time I head across Walking Street to a little bar playing breakbeat and deep house, full of jittery girls but fantastic music - house music can still save the world. Pattaya has everything if you don't like where you are, just look around, and you'll find what you need.

 

I meet four women, one a little older, could almost be mamasan to the others; two are high-end, tall and beautiful, a little stuck-up; and there's a plump young one with a sweet smile -let's call her Pompuey. I buy a couple rounds, then we all check Marine 2. But we�??re late already, and the mamasan-type says that the police sometimes come and make everyone piss in a cup, which could keep us for hours. I�??ve seen this in the Bangkok Post, and being stuck in a closed-down club at 5 am is not my idea of fun. So we walk back to JP Bar (more house! JP is the end-of-the-night after-hours bar in Pattaya, open well into the morning with a good DJ and a bunch of fuck-ups and freelancers, like me and my girls), order drinks, sit and watch one of the tall girls play pool. What a body. An angel. These two girls could be models, but not in Thailand �?? too dark, too Isarn. Strangely, I�??ve gotten a little hooked on the plump one, she�??s in high spirits and has a dirty, sexy appeal�?�

 

My girls know the manager, and he clears a table with a view of what action remains this Tuesday morning in June. Two backpackers shoot drunken pool, and desperate young girls try to reel them in, but have difficulty because they�??re so drunk and wild. In a back corner cool-looking Thais with sunglasses nod to the music �?? Pompuey says they�??re cops, but not to worry: they�??re not normal cops, they�??re Pattaya cops. Older farangs take their time �?? and whiskeys �?? to decide who to take home. They�??ve probably had most of these girls before, but still eye them carefully, professionally. A few tables like ours are still out to party, not really playing pool, just sitting or dancing, enjoying the end of the evening, stretching it out as long as we can. Guys hit on my tall chicks, who pretend they don�??t go with farang. Yeah, right, wait until the money dries up at the end of the month�?�

 

With the sky lightening, the girls propose moving the party. We taxi to a building where the two tall girls share a room, and sit drinking foul Mekhong, smoking cigarettes and feeling the day coming up. The tall girls talk about their boyfriends, when they�??re coming back, blah blah blah, while the plump one has unzipped me and has her hands in my underwear: good girl, that�??s the way! I�??m ready to go back to the hotel, and they ask me who I want to take back with me. Suddenly, the tall ones are putting on the sell �?? thoughts of boyfriends seem to have vanished! After a moment�??s hesitation (oh, the long lean legs, the fit young bodies�?�), I grab Pompuey, who squeals in a nice way, and we head out into the bright morning. She borrows mamasan�??s motorbike, and hands me a ridiculous plastic helmet, and we�??re off along the little streets of Pattaya.

 

I love the breeze on my face on a Thai girl�??s motorbike after a night of partying, on our way to finish the evening. Pattaya, Phuket, Chiang Mai, I�??m hooked. It�??s like we�??ve got our little secret as we glide among the normal people �?? but we probably don�??t have any secrets at all, they see from our clothes and our faces that we�??ve been out all night, that I�??m here on holiday and that I�??ll be renting little Pompuey for the next few hours. It�??s one of the charms of Thailand that they still smile at me when they see this going on. God bless.

 

Close to the Penthouse, there�??s one last intersection, and everything goes into slo-motion: I�??m on the bike, my thoughts are clear, and I�??m telling Pompuey we can�??t make the light, telling her to stop. The intersection seems not quite real, but I can see the other vehicles stopping for the red light - but not Pompuey, she�??s revving her little lady-bike. I�??ve got a hollow feeling as we race towards the empty intersection. Nothing else moves.

 

I�??ve seen these pictures so many times before: a mangled motorbike, one or two bodies half-covered by sheets, bemused cops standing around pointing at something or other while blood dries on the pavement. Fuck, fuck, fuck �?? this is my fate, I�??m going to die in Pattaya on the back of some hooker�??s bike. Instant karma, payback for my whoring, my drinking, all the lies and deceit...

 

I expect to see or feel the Toyota Hilux that will take me to heaven in the intersection, but thank god there�??s nothing there�?� and just like that, the intersection is behind us and Pompuey reaches back to squeeze my side. She�??s laughing. Fuck you, Pompuey. She brings the bike to a stop by half-crashing into the wall of Penthouse. I�??m pissed at her and almost decide to leave her at the door�?� but I calm down as I catch my breath and put on my innocent face for the girl at the check-in counter, the face that says: �??Good morning, I�??m a nice guy staggering back at 10 am with a 20 year old hooker�?� Can I have my key?�?� The great thing about Pattaya is that no one gives a fuck what time I come home, or who I�??m with�?� so to hell with the innocent face.

 

We shower, and when Pompuey�??s hands soap me up, I don�??t care about how she tried to kill me on the bike... To err is human, to forgive divine, and to give me a blowjob in the shower, well, that�??s even better.

 

In bed, shades pulled against the sun, Pompuey proves a great performer (go with your gut instinct!). She�??s as fucked up as I am, and eager to please and be pleased. It�??s great to see her worked up, pounding her ass against me while I nail her from behind, and it�??s not long �??til I lose my load. Problem is, she isn�??t ready to roll over and sleep. Now I�??m doing all the work, eating her box until I�??m panting and she keeps on with her fingers. My dick is recovering slowly, and once again I find myself with my finger in a TG�??s ass as I take a deep breath and go back to eating her pussy�?� If only I had a vibrator! What�??s happened to Thailand, it seems all the girls want something up their ass? Ever a gentleman, I oblige...

 

I regain enough �??power�?? to work Pompuey until we fall back on the pillows, flushed, hearts pounding, but not enough to cum again. Jesus fucking Christ, my mama raised me better than this, didn�??t she? She tried, at least�?� But here I am at noon, sweating like a pig in the ultimate city of sin, fucking and fingering the ass of a three-hole horny hooker, in a hotel room with a go-go pole... and I�??m happy as a pig in shit. Sorry, Mama�?�

 

Finally, I�??m thinking of rest. I send Pompuey out (with 3,000 baht �?? go ahead, tell me I�??m spoiling the market! The girl was fan-fucking-tastic, and gets a Scoobie snack for her efforts!) and launch myself towards a dreamless sleep.

 

Eight hours later, it�??s cigarettes and a nutritious beer Singh for breakfast, and go-gos again. �??Incorrigible�?� is the word. After some drifting, there�??s a girl I like, with a tight body and Isaan nose, so I buy her a couple drinks and sit with her. Next thing I know she�??s telling me how �??nobody ever really loves girls like us, I�??ll always be alone�?� and I realize: it�??s a katoey! She assumed I knew, I�??m shocked I didn�??t. That�??s not what I want, so I extricate myself with a tip and a �??good luck finding true love!�?�... Gotta be impressed by a katoey that can fool me up close, as I consider myself pretty vigilant! Have I slept with any without knowing?! I�??ll never know�?�.

 

I soon find an actual girl, in Champions go-go. She�??s another young one, a big body, round hips and breasts �?? this plump look is not usually my style, but it�??s working this trip. I�??m usually after dark Buriram-Khmer style, occasionally the porcelain northern ones, but now I seem to want the ones with a touch of baby fat on them (if big tits can be called baby fat�?�). We have a standard bang at the hotel. After, I�??m starving, so I pick up the room service menu. She says the prices are too high, she�??d rather go get food and bring it back, save my money. Only in Thailand. I give her some baht and tell her what I like. Twenty minutes later she�??s back with laab bet, som tam, khao niaw. We eat on the bed, watching the same damn hiphop videos again, she says she wants to stay. But that�??s not my plan, I just want to refuel and get back into the night, where adventures await!

 

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