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Fun With Pills Part 3 by Debt Star

Posted by Debt Star | Blog, Reader Submissions | Posted on March 13th, 2010

Part 1, Part 2

They say the true test of anything is to be able to repeat the test with the same results.  My experiments in the bowels of Bangkok’s nether regions would not be complete until after I had a repeat performance.  So, bearing all this in mind, I spent an afternoon resting up at my hotel, then dosed up on the various types and quantities of fuel additives before I got dinner and hit the streets.

First stop, Cowboy.  I checked out some of the girls in the smaller clubs right before Soi Cowboy along Soi 23.  I started in Twins bar buying some drinks for Boom, a 20-something lady with a plain face but a nice body.  Liked to get frisky on the barstools.  I got a phone number and promised to call her before I headed out.

Next stop was the Ship Inn.  For some reason, I always had high expectations of this place when I was here long term back on ’04.  Not sure why.  It is a long and narrow bar, less than a single shophouse setup, so there is not much room for either coyote or gogo dancing.  It has a consistent customer following from what I saw.  The biggest assets to the place seems to be the English bitters on tap and a walk-through doorway to the fish-n-chips shop next door.  Didn’t try any bitters, as I was content to stick with the cheap Thai beer.

The place had one bar girl working there.  I would say she was an older lady, except that when I asked her what her age was she told me she was the same age that I was! I noticed that she bore a striking resemblance to Cuddy, the hospital administrator on the TV show House. Ironic, sense it was in the spirit of Doc House that I was conducting my little pill adventure in Bangkok.  Out of a sense of bemusement I bought Na a couple of drinks.  I got another phone number and promised to call her before I headed out.

Ambling down Cowboy I kept an eye out for Pam, the owner of the old Pam’s Club that used to sit on the Soi 23-side of Cowboy.  I had heard that she was running a food cart on the Soi.  I didn’t see her, and was sad that I never got a chance to meet her either last August or December.  I always enjoyed talking mongering and politics with her in her bar.  If any of you guys reading this submission ever see her, tell her M says hello.

I remembered from Wicked Traveler and some of the Weeklies about the level of clothing worn by the dancers in the different clubs.  I checked a couple of different places.  The dancers were OK, but the bars themselves were practically empty.  I went down the row of bars before sticking my head in Long Gun.  Seeing a lesbian show going on onstage, I promptly went inside and got a drink.

The girls were full nude and going at it with a lot more spirit than the other places I had looked at.  I also noticed that they were very young looking.  Maybe a little too young.  I was tempted to ask for their numbers after the show so that I could buy them drinks and possibly barfine one of them, but figured I’d err on the side of caution.  Finishing up my drink, I left for Sam’s Bar.

Sam, the owner of Sam’s 2000, was another Mamasan that I was friends with from my prior time in Bangkok.  When I asked if she was around, the girls working there told me she was over at her new sports bar on Sukhumvit.

My next stop was Afterskool.  There were a fair amount of girls dancing inside, but again, only a smattering of customers.  No one was in the bad boy corner.  I bought a Tequilla for Som, the Mamasan.  She was complaining about the lack of customers this high season.  I broached the delicate subject of maybe getting some better-looking girls to draw in the customers.  Som didn’t see the point, or maybe didn’t understand what I was saying.  In any event, after some more meaningless chitchat, I got a phone number from her and promised to call her before heading out.

It was after midnight by this time.  I walked back down to lower Sukhumvit to hit up some of the sidewalk bars.  My intention by then was to see if my chemical supplements would handle the streetwalkers of lower Sukhumvit.  I made it down to around Soi 5 and sat down at the first bar cart I came to.  After a beer to catch my breath, I got up and strolled along to check out the local talent.  Lots of ladyboys and older Thai ladies, with punters and a few Farang ladies thrown in.  Then I saw the Kenyans.

There were a handful of African ladies along the street, but two of them sitting by themselves stood out.  One of them was average looking (that is to say, better looking than the other Africans along the street), but her friend sitting next to her was striking.  She was picture perfect; a pretty young face and hot body in a sky blue summer dress.  I walked over and asked if I could sit down.  After getting them some drinks and introducing myself, I started chatting with Rachel.  I found out she was from Nairobi and that she was there on a “student visa.”  I asked her why she wanted to come to Thailand.  She said it was to work in the night entertainment venues, but that she was expected to service the Arab customers.  She said the Western customers were a lot better than the African or Arab punters she had been with, mainly because they weren’t as stingy.  I also found out they were big Tiger Woods fans, which gave me a chance to try out some Tiger jokes on them I read online.

After finishing our drinks, I took her back to a hotel on Soi 3.  400 baht for a room and a Durex.  Unfortunately, we had to wait for 10 minutes while the current occupants finished up their business and the room was cleaned up before we could use it.  The wait of shame.

Once inside, I was very pleased to discover she looked even better out of her dress than in it.  This is not a matter to be taken lightly, as I have seen some bar girls remove their clothes to reveal strange scars, birthmarks, and The Grand Canyon sliced into their torsos.  But in this case, Rachel revealed a youthful body with nice curves and a really great set of tits up top.

The sex was as great as she looked.  The experiment and the trip were a roaring success.  In my new sense of confidence I started banging her more aggressively.  I flipped her over on all fours.  It felt euphoric as I arched my back and flung my arms out to my sides.  The bedsprings were so soft that, by windmilling my arms in small circles, I could continue thrusting in and out of her from behind without having to work my hips or pelvic muscles.  My orgasm was rapidly building up.  At the last second, I shoved myself all the way in and yelled out in triumph at the top of my lungs…

“TIIIGER WOOOOOOOOOOODS!!!!!”

Rachel and I both fell over and collapsed in a fit of laughter.  After laying there for a few minutes, we cleaned up before hitting the road.  She went back up Sukhumvit to rejoin her friend, and I marched back to my room for some well-deserved shuteye.

What did I learn from this time out to the Land of Smiles?  In one sense, you could say that my body is getting old and decrepit.  Even with a regimen of proper diet, rest and exercise, I need medication to make my thingy work.  And most would not consider that a good thing.  I could say that I need to cut back on my drinking, but doing so would probably remove the one thing in my life here in the West that makes my life here in the West tolerable.  Not to mention that, with the recession hitting American businesses hard, my drinking is probably keeping a good portion of the beer and liquor industry afloat.

On the other hand, one could also say that chemicals are the past, present and future of medicine.  Philosophically, the Universe itself is nothing more than a result of the laws of nuclear physics, and we humans are random chemical accidents therein.  An erection is a movement of the male phallus caused by chemical messengers in the brain genetically reacting to an environmental stimulus.  Love itself is the same as consuming a couple of bars of Hershey’s Chocolate.  So for me (or anyone else for that matter) to judge someone harshly for the use of deliberate augmentation of a decaying process is to deny the reality of our existence in this chemical Universe.