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I’m in a meeting… by Jack

Posted by John Obama | Blog, Reader Submissions | Posted on December 9th, 2006

Fifteen years ago, the women in Bangkok’s “skull bars” were overweight, unattractive and over-the-hill. Yes they were skilled in pole-smoking, but often the bars had no private areas–great for exhibitionists and voyeurs, but not always what a gentleman most wanted in his afternoon’s entertainment.

Lolita’s changed all that. They provided decent-looking gals who *invariably* provide a high-level of service at their original locale in Asoke Plaza (now razed) near Soi Cowboy. After that they moved to the Soi 8 side street, and, get this, have franchised to Pattaya and now, Hua Hin.

That’s right: Lolita’s in now the #1 BRAND in blowjob bars.
Because in addition to that high-level of service, they open at
10:00AM and close late. Late is no problem in Bangkok or
Pattaya, but for people like me (who don’t drink alcohol and
don’t like cigarette smoke), visiting bar after bar just to get
laid is stupid.

Then again, you don’t get laid at Lolita’s, you get blown. These
gals specialize in one thing, and I like that (there reportedly
was a place called Madame Rose’s in 60s Saigon with the same
business model). There’s none of this “you butterfly” bullshit,
although if you pick the same gal each time she will be miffed
if you suddenly decide you want to stick your dick in one of her
co-worker’s mouths one fine day. Respect the rules.

My routine: I get a packet of sugar-free mints (any sort of
candy will do) and stand in front of the entrance handing them
out. This gives me a chance to eyeball any new talent, and give
the gals a bit of entertainment and something to suck on besides
some farang’s whonger–it also introduces a fun element as
sometimes more than one mint will be dispensed and you can joke
that the gal is “lucky” or whatever. Laughing and joking is an
essential part of life in Thailand, including business
transactions of this nature. Respect…

By the time I’ve covered all the gals in front, I’ve made my
choice, so I just indicate and off we go. I don’t sit at the bar
or pay any attention to anyone in there, just head upstairs
while my date collects moist towelettes (note: it is polite to
shower up and wear clean underwear before visiting Lolita’s),
and upstairs we go. Once there, I ask her name and where she’s
from–in Thai, although English would work, but they appreciate
Thai. Tell a joke or two. Once she returns from Listerineing her
mouth, and I’ve taken off shoes and dropped trou, I ask her to
take her blouse and bra off, and compliment her on her tits
(some have nice tits, some don’t, but in ANY case I tell them
they have nice tits). And then it’s down to business.

A few notes: other guys may be getting blown in curtained-off
booths next to you, I find this amusing and sometimes exciting.
You’ll hear whispered conversations, sucking sounds, and
sometimes gagging and other stuff. If this bothers you, perhaps
Lolita’s is not your scene. But there are priceless moments,
like the time a mobile phone rang and I heard this posh British
accent say: “I’m sorry, I’m in a meeting right now, can I call
you back in five minutes?”

Oh, and it’s considered appropriate to tip your technician 200
baht.