A 5 BAHT DANCE (PART 2/3)
By Gates Of Paradox
Where: Thailand, Phuket Island, Patong
When: end of winter 2007
We decide to play the game. And then it starts. First round is a beer for me and a cocktail for my client. No request for ladydrinks at this time. Wise play. It is turning me off to be pushed for a drink upfront; they must be patient and deserve it. A girl brings the drinks while Iโm busy looking around for the possibilities. Then I pour my beer in the strange exotic wooden tumbler the waitress has brought along with the beer bottle. Where I come from we drink beer in a glass, not straight from the bottle like a bricklayer on a building site. My customer bursts into laugh, the girls too, and he waves in front of me a small piece of paper with handwritings. Until now, I have drunk only fruit juices and ever before taking a sip at my Singha Iโm already acting like a fool. This place is intoxicating. Really I excel myself; the night may be a long one. I have to pull myself together. Tonight I have a mission.
Lek is in charge. No butt, no breasts, very slim but not skinny, quite small - she could be very young โ shoulder length hair, but very sexy when she walks in her grey plaid miniskirt and her high heels, starts working us with the usual โwhere do you come from?โ while scanning around for any better bargain. She is easygoing and cheerful and sheโs got such a strong aura of femininity that Iโm sure she has the right equipment to give birth one day. Her skin is quite fair but from not being exposed very often to the sun, her shoes seem a little bit too big for her, her miniskirt is a tad too short revealing in some fleeting glimpses very simple panties that a twelve year old girl would contemptibly refuse to wear in my country. In the look department, everything could be better in her. But still, this girl is captivating. Thai girls definitely have something special that can be described, compared, written, read or ranted about but never fully understood. This failure in desperately attempting to reveal this mystery, isn't it the essence of the mystery that make them so attractive, and most of all, isn't it the better way to keep it alive and fascinating?
Iโm not really in a good mood, Iโm like a coin, I have only two faces and tonight the reverse side won. I may be already fed up by too many Indian touts wanting me to go inside their tailor shop. There are experienced, canโt they see that Iโm not the kind of guy who will buy from them? When I reply to them that Iโm coming from Hong Kong, I get a sceptical look and then a โni hao ma?โ after a very short pause. Sorry guys, in Hong Kong people are speaking Cantonese not Mandarin, you have to do better. Giving the same answer to the same question, I get quite the same look from Lek and from Joy who just came back from behind the bar with a decent glass for me. Chit tumbler or not, I have already started to drink and having an idiotic farang from Hong Kong drinking in the chit tumbler in the view of everybody may be not good etiquette. At the same time my companion pays the bill. He fumbles through wads of brown notes. This did not go unnoticed by Lek.
Itโs toast time. Lek and my companion clink the glasses, she says โร ta santรฉ mon amourโ quite perfectly. This girl found out very quickly where we are coming from. At the second attempt I found out that she is from Konkhaen. I get a knowing smirk from her.
Next, an other round of drinks offered by my patient who proposes also the girls ladydrinks. Vodka & orange for Joy, a bottle of Lemon-Baccardi-Breezer for Lek. Hey these girls can really drink! I skip the offer as I have drunk only half of my beer. Joy starts trying coaxing me. She is wearing jeans and a blouse, could be a mother with stretch marks, and she has the look of next door girl, not the Thai stunner type that makes you forget you are married. She says โI 29, I old ladyโ; by Thai standards may be, by farang standard she is still marriage material. However, after having spent the last decade working farangs in the bars, who wouldnโt feel old and tired? Joy tries some arms and shoulders massage. I tell her that I have just spent one week in China and that I have had already two body massages there. โAh! Massage and boom-boomโ she adds gleefully. I think she got the message; face is preserved on each side. Now that she knows that I may be not too horny and in the need of immediate female companionship this night, she shares her time with an other table, coming back and forth for a sip at her vodka & orange, a smile, but nothing more. This is OK for me. Lek is now in high gear, clinking glasses, shortening the distance between her wonderful small body and my pal. Iโm a little bit jealous, I fancy also this girl, but tonight I have something else in mind.
To be continuedโฆ