We head straight to the bar and load up with a few rounds. We take a tour of the place, nothing special, a nice deck patio, and a center stage with polls being molested by girls. It was a little bit like being at a Vegas strip club, just without the tits. We take a seat overlooking the stage and watch while a girl does the splits onstage while being facefucked by another girl straddling her head. We head back to the bar after a few more minutes and strike up a conversation with two girls by the bar. Nick starts in on the first one and I talk to her friend and she is about as stunning a girl as I have ever seen.
She was thin with big doey eyes, her hair pulled back into a bun. She was wearing a red evening gown, stilettos, clutching a Louis bag, and a Chanel watch. High maintenance popped into mind.
"Where are you from?"
"San Francisco."
"You?"
"(some shitty little village). How long are you and your friend staying for?"
"Two weeks, we leave New Years Day."
"What are you guys planning on doing?"
"No plans, we're just kind of going with the flow."
We chat some more, but it's a little hard since of the whole language thing and I look over at Nick and I can tell that his conversation is not going anywhere also. We say bye to the girls and watching her leave was just about as nice as talking to her.
After the girls take off we head back for some more stage watching. I happen to strike up a conversation with an ex-pat named Rick who sits down next to us with his entourage which is basically all chicks. I didn't think he would mind sharing that much. Turns out he moved out to Bangkok from Seattle years back and never had the mind to move back. He is somewhat of a local celebrity and plays lead guitar for a band at some big hotel downtown. Now it's understandable why he's got some many ladies.
"Who's that girl in the white?"
"Who her?" Rick turns and points to the girl in a white tubetop which is spilling at the brim. She had beautiful shoulder length hair and batted eyes at me. "She's a model, she's 30 though."
"So what would you say the percentage of working class girls are in here?"
"What right now?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno, probably 80%"
"So how can you tell?"
"Well, mostly by what they ask you. Usually it's where you're from and how long you're staying. Some guys, they're pretty fucking stupid, they meet these girls and they fall in love. Sometimes they'll even ship money in from overseas. And for the most part, these girls don't care, they're just trying to have fun, make a few dollars, it's just a game to them."
I introduce Rick to Nick and they strike it up too and start talking to some of the girls. They're fun and drunk and flirty, but once again the whole language thing is odd. One of the girls "accidently" spills her drink on my lap and she immediately apologizes and the chick in the white tubetop also comes over and they start patting my crotch with fistfuls of napkins. Okay then, so I just roll with it.
"You gotta help me fuck these girls man" Nick whispers in my ear. He grabs the girl closest to him and basically flings her on me. She grabs me from behind, starts massaging my shoulders and makes her way down my stomach and grabs my cock. So much for introductions. Rick's friend Mikey shows up and we keep drinking and Mikey tells me "I'm just like Tiger Woods man, half black, half thai, and I fuck a lot of chicks.
We keep steadily drinking, but we pretty much hit the limit and tell Rick that we'll meet him up tomorrow night. I like hooking up just as much as the next man, but I don't like having the idea of my penis falling off.
We head back outside and Nick reminds me to grab my knife and we decide to walk back home, even though we basically have no idea where we're going.
We stop by a food stall selling grilled meats and sticky rice. We get some. At some point Nick stops to pee on the street, I spot half a watermelon on the ground (uneaten) and I throw it at him. I laugh. We keep walking and walking but get so lost and that we have to hop a tuk tuk. We get dropped off at a street market that has just opened up for the days work and we walk through aisles of meat, produce, and seafood, most of the stuff still alive. Nick gets hungry again so he goes to bye a sausage with sticky rice before we walk home.About half way through the sausage he turns and looks at me.
"Dude, I think this shit is still raw." He hands the sausage over to me. It is charred on the outside but the inside is still pink with large hunks of uncooked garlic.
"Fuck."
We keep walking back to his aunt's house and on the way we stop by another food stall. This time, chicken liver kabob's. I feel like Nick still hasn't really learned his lesson yet, so I don't say nothing. We walk back home exhausted as the sun starts to come up.
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