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Day 2 by ~h

Posted by John Obama | Reader Submissions | Posted on March 31st, 2006

Day 2 in Thailand:

I figured it out. Once a building in Bangkok is built it is painted and never painted again.
The whole city has that worn down look about it except of course the super malls and all the temples. Built but never maintained. Anyways where was I oh yeah. You all probably want me to get right to the juicy stuff this time. I’ll spare the Tuk Tuk and the ATM that ate my card experiences. You see, if an ATM eats your card you are no longer the walking and talking ATM that the Yings are looking for.

So my Tuk Tuk driver took me to a soapie, finally I will experience
this Siam specialty I’ve been so looking forward to. So Ran the Tuk Tuk
dude takes me to this way out of the way place (meaning away from the
Nana area). We drive along this road that boarders a drainage ditch and
enter a driveway/parking area and I see a sign that says Turkish Bath,
I’m thinking to myself is this the right place? Ran assures me this is
one of the better places for soapie massage.
I know your not
supposed to trust your driver but I like this guy and right now other
than Ying 3 from the night before he is my only friend. So we walk into
this very large building circa 1960′s and Papasan greets me with a big
smile; ‒anything you likey, suck, fuck, two girls whatever” quite a
pitch.
‒Come over here handsome man and look at all the beautiful
women” O.K. I think I just might considering I just traveled have way
across the fucking world to partake in such activities.
Now I
finally know what the fish tank is about. Picture a 40×30 ft room,
Glass walls on three sides, couch’s facing the window facing you. You
sit down Mamasan brings you a drink, and you study the faces of a
variety of Thai woman ranging mostly in the area of 4′s-7′s. A little
disappointed but not a deal breaker. I sit with my Tuk Tuk driver and
papasan on either side of me. We study real hard. They look to me like
I’m Simon from American Idle about to bequeath a career in show
business. I can’t make up my mind, I have three of them stand up and
spin around, I want to know what I’m getting before I commit.
I
decide on number 45 in the bright blue dress, not all that flattering
under those lovely fluorescent lights. Needless to say she was very
happy and was released from the fish tank. I pay the negotiated fee of
1,800 Baht and gave papasn the remaining tip. Number 45 comes over all
smiles and grabs my hands and we head for an elevator that probably
hasn’t been inspected for the last 20 years.
Up a few floors and we
enter what feels like the psyche ward from CooCoo’s Nest movie. Rooms
in the bowels of a very unkempt building. But to my surprise the Soapie
room is quite functional. Large tub, which number 45 starts to fill up,
an area right next to the tub that looks like a really shallow pool
area, this for the mattress float/bed, next to that a queen size bed
with fresh sheets, a couch with a table to kick back in. She starts
helping me out of my clothes. Did I mention she looked much better in
person, I was pleasantly surprised? O.K., now a little waitress type
girl comes in and asks for a drink order. I order a Pepsi and number 45
orders a sprite, the party is really heating up now.
So after eating
a big seafood lunch with Ran my Tuk Tuk dude I have to pee like a race
horse but I notice no toilette in the room, hmm, what to do. So I ask
number 45 is there a
‒BAAATHROOM” near by. She looks at me like I just ordered a pastrami sandwich.
So
I do some charades and stand up and pretended I’m taking a piss. Oh
Yeah now she gets it. She points me out the hall a half-mile or so to
the left. I venture out and I find this tiny closet with two urinals,
one that has a little salamander licking the left over pee from some
previous soapie partaker. I acknowledge him and use the next terminal.
Back
to the room and number 45 is filling the tub, and starts to undress
herself then me. All right here we go. As she undresses I ask her hold
old is she? 28. Seems about right, nice body, real tits, a tiny bit of
junk in the trunk but I can deal.
The tub is filled and she
motions me to come over and get in, yee haa. She gets in as well and
we’re off to the races, she starts cleaning every crevasse on my body.
She is sitting Indian style facing me with my legs wrapped around her
waist. Easy access for both of us. She scrubs everything and saves
junior for last. After I’m scrubbed like a baby boy in the bathroom
sink, I step over the tub and lay face down on the pool raft. This is
where the soapie massage really starts. She uses her entire body to
massage my body. It’s quite spectacular the variety of positions she
uses to get to those hard to reach places. We are slip sliding away as
she continually pours new soap all over me. I’m scrubbing her, she’s
scrubbing me it’s a sudsy scrub fest.
One particular move is all I
can describe as the lesbian move. You know when they spread their legs
and grind pussys, well number 45 did that to me to massage up and down
my legs. No insertion at this point. Well this goes on for 25 minute or
so and I’m suds’s out.
Back to the bath to wash all the suds off,
dry with towels, and led to the queen size bed. The sex is standard;
all the positions are covered as well as covered.
She seems to be
enjoying herself; she even lets me do doggy and sideways. She has to
work to make me come because of last night with Ying 3. It happens and
we are all happy with the one and a half hours of fun. So I tip her
1,500 baht, and I’m outta there. I know, I know I overpaid. I’m still
working out the whole Baht conversion.
Out to the parking lot and
Ran is waiting with a big smile, we take off and while sitting in
traffic he want’s to discuss details. I said I don’t kiss and tell.
Back to the hotel, a nap, and a shower, off to the bank to get more
play money. Siam Bank machine eats my only ATM card. I won’t bore you
with the details but it took me three fucking hours to deal with my
bank in the states.

I get a cash advance off my 17% credit card, don’t ask! And I’m
heading back to The Big Mango’s in NANA, but I take a detour to Angel
Witch. Picture 25 girls gyrating on a stage that is 3 feet by 15 feet
with six poles from floor to sealing and that’s what I walked into. All
the girls are dressed black garters, g strings and very little on top.
All the girls are advertising their wares. Only a few seem to enjoy it
as they all look at the mirrors to check their hotness factor. I sit
down, order a drink. That show ends and one of the Yings with black
duct tape criss crossing her nipples comes and sits next to me. If
you’re into the enhanced look she was by far the hottest Ying up there.
I buy her a lady drink, she smiles,
With those whitened back country
teeth and I’m just not feeling it. A few more stripper skits come on
and I’m mildly entertained. She asks if I want to barfine her? I say no
and give her a squeeze, pay my bill and I’m off to the Big Mango.

~h