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 DEVIL IN DISGUISE
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| Payanak |
Lagt på d. 13/04-2007 14:43
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SHE LOOKED LIKE AN ANGEL -BUT SHE WAS THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE! SHE LOOKED LIKE AN ANGEL -BUT SHE WAS THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE! I awoke with a hard-on. It was my 63rd Birthday. Married life was not what it was 39yrs ago, but feeling randy, I put my hand on my wife’s bottom. It was unceremoniously removed. “Get off Jack” she said. She always said that now. We hadn’t had sex for years. It was then I decided to do what John, my best friend, had done. A month before he had gone off to Thailand’s most exciting seaside resort - Pattaya. He’d bought me back a tee shirt with GOOD GUYS GO TO HEAVEN. BAD GUYS GO TO PATTAYA, on the front. I wanted to be a bad guy……Yes, I was going to be a very bad guy. Just seven weeks later I was there in sunny, sexy Pattaya! The Guest House cost a mere 450bht (£6.50p) a night. The room was clean, comfortable and air conditioned. Without even waiting for the Jet lag to wear off, I made for Beach Road. “That’s where all the Chickens are” John had said. I was afraid that it was too late to get some action, but there they were, just as John had described them, lots of lovely, long haired Ladies. Now, I must be honest, I am no Adonis. Never have been much to look at, and the ravages of time have made matters worse. These days I am Bald, and I have a Belly that bears tribute to British Beer. So you can imagine how pleasantly surprised I was when one of the girls came forward and said “Hello, handsome man”. Actually, I looked over my shoulder, to see if she was talking to someone else. But no, it was me! I smiled back “Hi, beautiful” I said, and kept walking. I wanted to look at all the talent before making my decision. God. I was so excited…….. As I trotted along I was asked- “Where you go?” that was frequent, but there were variations “I want to go with you, sexy man”. I particularly liked that one. Then there was “I love you mister”, and “Where you from?”. I enjoyed them all. I was just about to enter that Den of Sexual Attraction, called ‘Walking Street’, when she jumped elegantly off the back of a Baht Bus. Now, I have seen Mini Skirts , we all have, but this one gave new meaning to the word Mini! It was so short. More like a Pelmet actually. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Long Black hair hung down her back. beautiful legs up to her armpits……Oh. She was fantastic! There was a sudden stirring in my loins. I wanted her. Yes, yes, yes….Even if she was, the original ‘Good Time’ who had been HAD by all…. She paid the driver of the bus, and turned my way. Our eyes met. For a moment I hesitated. How could an Angel like this, even think of coming back to my room, for some geriatric ‘Hanky Panky’? My courage left me. I started to turn away, when I heard her say “Where you go, handsome man? I want go with you”. “You. You want to go with…..with ME?” I mumbled nervously. “Yes, why not?” She smiled, a smile, that left the Mona Lisa standing. My legs trembled. “Er, how much?” I asked reluctantly. “200bht for short time” she said. 200bht! John had said that short time was 500bht. I couldn’t believe my luck. “Come on then, er……” “My fiends call me Pa”. “Hi, Pa. I’m Jack. I think my Hotel is down here”. I took a few wrong turns, on the way, but eventually we got there. She opened the fridge door, and poured us each a glass of ice cold Leo Larger. “Cheers”. We clinked glasses, and drank. I couldn’t take my eyes off her……. “How long you stay in Thailand?” she inquired. “Only a couple of weeks”, I said. Then she told me of how she had only just come from Chang Mai, where she had two kids. Her husband had “Boxed her”, she said, and was always drunk on cheap Thai Whisky. So she left him, and went back to her Mama and Papa. They looked after the girls now, and she had to send 5000bht a month for their up-keep. “That why me do this work” she said tearfully. I felt sorry for her. Too bad. I decided to give her the going rate. 500bht, before she left. “Go on, have shower” she told me, at last. I hurriedly did her bidding. I felt like a kid in his first date. Handing me another Leo, as I immerged, she ordered “Drink”, and quickly disappeared into the bathroom. They are SO clean, I thought. I drank the Lager, with a Blue Viagra tablet. Switched on some romantic music, dimmed the lights, and I can’t remember anymore. Not, that is, until I opened my blurry eyes a few hours later……Ouch! My head! Yes, you are way ahead of me, Pal. I had been drugged. She was gone, of course, and so was all my Cash, Mobile Phone, Genuine Rolex Watch, Credit Card, and a heavy Gold Necklace. I staggered angrily, down to reception. But there was nobody there, so I made my way to the Police Station round the corner. There, I blurted out that I had been robbed etc, to a bored looking Cop, who obviously, had heard it all before. (Oh! You have too eh?.) He carefully wrote down all my details, and told me to “Sign here“. I asked if a Policeman could come with me to search Beach Road For ‘The Angel‘, who had turned out to be ‘The Devil‘, in disguise. But he just laughed “She no go there more, ‘til you go home, Mister” he said, as he turned to listen to the next stupid Farang’s tale of woe . For the next two weeks, I stalked Beach Road, day and night, in the forlorn hope that she would turn up. But she never did. She was too cute for that. And no one knew her, of course. So I didn’t get any Hanky Panky in Pattaya, after all. Couldn’t afford it. I had been relieved of all my ‘screwing’ money. All 20.000bht of it. Now, I only had enough cash to pay for food, and the odd beer on the Beach. I was so hard-up, I even had to sell three packs of Viagra, to pay the Hotel bill, and the Bus to Bangkok Airport. “OK. Tell us all about it then” asked John lasciviously rubbing his hands together, when I met him, as usual, in our favourite boozer, a day or two, after my return to UK. “Oh boy! You may well ask old Buddy. Now where do I start?” I lied……….Well, I would have been the laughing stock of the Pub, if I had told the truth. Wouldn’t I? Footnote: I know now, that stories like mine are nothing new. But, not all Ladies of the Night, are dishonest, in Thailand. By all accounts, the vast majority are nice, kind, normal human beings, who are forced into selling themselves, to often, revolting, fat, ugly Farangs, for severe economic reasons. (Of course, some are just too lazy, or uneducated, to get a decent job.) But, undeterred , I shall return to Pattaya, as soon as possible. It’s a great place. But next time I will be careful…..VERY CAREFUL. [url]www.pattayadailynews.com/forum/show_topic.php?FTopicID=0000000072[/url] |
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